A fun evening with friends, family, and food! And games!./;l----------------==”””” (Tobias typed the previous. At least there is one person who is a worse typist than I am. Or do cats count? Probably not.) Anyway, we had a great evening. Three of the people present are very into winning. The fourth doesn’t care that much. This is fortunate, as she seldom wins no matter what she is playing. Except maybe solitaire. And that is not really a competitive sport, is it. Perhaps she wins that because there is no one to talk to, and to distract her from the matter at hand. I flatter myself that my poor performance at games is related to my friendly social self. More interested in everyone else and what they have to say than in winning.
We played several games which had “Charades” elements to them, and Rachael turned out to be a brilliant “Charade” artiste! That was a beat-the-clock team sport, and we beat it every time! Then we played Sorry! No team spirit there! Just tigerish malice as everyone leapt on another’s man, and sneered, “Sorry!” in a manner that conveyed little sorrow. The game was neck and neck most of the way, but in the home stretch, Rachael galloped in as the clear winner.
|Rachael the winner!|