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A New Strategy…

Last Friday, I joined The Wedding Date and his youngest at his parents’ house for a round of Lords of Water Deep.  What is Lords of Water Deep?  Why I thought you’d never ask. Lords of Water Deep is the next step on my descent into total geekdom.  In other words, it’s a board game… a “Euro” if you want to get technical.  First it was Carcassonne, then cam Settlers of Catan and now finally Lords of Water Deep. The thing I like most about it is that you can tell when your opponents are scheming because you have to collect little wooden cubes that represent people and allow you to complete an assortment of non-violent and quasi-historical quests. But it’s not just the non-violence and the vague historicity that I’m into.  It’s the fact that you can stick it to your opponent with a mandatory quest card that requires them to use their carefully selected cubes on an ill-advised goose chase, thereby draining them of their hard-earned resources in exchange for a mere two …

A Chink in the Armor

Today marks the start of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference.  This means—amongst other things—that I will probably find myself in the throes of an existential crisis in approximately 24 hours.  I’ll likely decide to quit my day job (again), make plans to run off to Europe (again), and attempt—albeit subconsciously—to end my relationship with The Wedding Date. Oh. Wait. I already did that. Fortunately it didn’t work, but I suppose I should explain, shouldn’t I? We’ve been together for nearly ten months now.  He has become—without a doubt— my best friend.  He’s the first person I think of when I wake up, the last person I think of when I go to sleep and we call each other every day—sometimes several times a day, in fact—and for me, this is a first.  He’s also the first person I want to call when something good has happened (or, unfortunately for him, when something bad has happened) and everything is more fun when he’s around, whether its rescuing a turtle from the side of the road or accidentally …

The Gamer’s Girlfriend

In just a few hours, The Wedding Date and I will be on our way to Maryland.  It’s our first weekend away since we went to Boston back in January and considering how my schedule this time of year makes me want to kill myself (or at the very least quit everything in which I’m involved) I. CAN’T. WAIT. We’re going to my folks’ place on the Eastern shore and we’ll be joined by another couple—friends of mine—for an entire weekend of (wait for it…) GAMING. And hot tubbing. And drinking. But mainly gaming. I’m not really sure when I turned into a gamer. I suspect, however, that it all began when I agreed to celebrate Valentine’s Day at the movie theater.  Watching Star Wars.  In 3D. And although Star Wars isn’t strictly related to gaming, it’s a slippery slope. Granted, then term “gamer” should probably be reserved for an individual who knows how to play more than one game (which I don’t), or who has done something other than lose at the one game …