Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Monday, 16 October 2006

Saturday night, we went to our friend Avindair’s party.  His wife, and also a friend of ours, GeekGodd3ss invited us to take part in his 40th birthday party.

 

It was great.  We showed up late because my brother and his girlfriend were visiting from out of town.  It was a very special visit, and we didn’t want to waste a moment with my brother, so we just went to the party late.

 

Anyway, we had a GREAT time.  Magic Marmot was there.  As was Saveau and his lovely bride TempleViper.

 

We played a Star Trek trivia game.  I did not do well.  Had it been Babylon Five, Stargate SG-1, or Firefly, I would have kicked ass as much as anyone else, but I just don’t know that much about any other Star Trek show excepting TOS.

 

But I know one thing:  Had they ever fought, Kirk would have kicked Picard’s bitchy little ass.  And slept with his girlfriend.  And shipped Wesley off to boarding school.

 

Anyway, then we played a game called “Are You A Werewolf?”

 

I learned something that surprised me, although it shouldn’t have:

 

Whether I am a Werewolf, a Seer, or just an innocent Villager…I do not do well whenever there are mobs of peasants with torches involved.  I got hanged a LOT.

 

As TempleViper said repeatedly throughout the evening;  “I don’t know, you just look so…shady”.

 

But that’s all right.  I don’t mind getting hanged a lot when I can get completely numb on Rommulan Ale and listen to witty banter from my close friends as they string me up AGAIN.

Monday, 16 October 2006 08:22:13 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
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