Playing Games

I've been neglecting my posting, I know, but I've been spending as much time as possible up north, fishing and wasting time not looking for an apartment as I should be.

I've had a great time though.
We've seen lots of animals-- foxes, skunks, two full grown moose. One of the moose ran into the brush right away but the other one, he ran up the road in front of our car (I know it was a he because his testicles were bouncing as he ran). Eventually he stopped and turned back at us, contemplating charging. I think he questioned his chances though, moose vs. Civic, and decided against it.

I've also been playing a lot of games, board games, card games, all sorts of games. Most recently my family is on a Monopoly kick. The bunch of us sat down to play and I knew IMMEDIATELY not to trust my brother, because when we were kids he always beat me. He was so good at making Marvin Gardens sound like the best place in the world. "Who wants a place called Park Place, Kim?" So when we played this time I became obsessed with getting Boardwalk and Park Place...so much so that it was the only property I owned. Eventually me and my dog game piece were out of money and Brian got Boardwalk and Park Place because I owed him $950 for landing on one of his shit properties that had a hotel on it. The game went on for four hours but in the end, Brian won-- counting and re-counting his money, which he kept in a neat pile instead of separated into denominations like the rest of us. Money, even fake money, feels like more if you keep it in a pile.

Of course we also played Boggle, my favourite game. Arguably I like Boggle because I'm good at it, but I also just like words, so you know, people can go F themselves. My dad really wanted to play because he had won the last two games . His theory was that he won the last two games because we played them with "three or more people" instead of just the two of us against each other. "Having an extra person gets rid of all your three letter words," he says, "I can't get that many three letter words because I can't write that fast."
Boo-hoo-hoo.
What drives me crazy about playing Boggle with dad is that he makes up words.

Dad: Squidgy
Me: What's "squidgy" mean?
Dad: You know....to squidg? He was feeling squidgy?
Me: You can't use the word in it's definition!

Anyway, we played, three of us played, and I won. My favourite word of the game? Hotdog. It was only worth three points but still-- HOTDOG!

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