Tonight I'm going to a game night at a friend's house in Manassas. When I got the email last week, it said "bring any game you want". I'm pretty sure "game night" pertains to board games. But one of my favorite games is beer pong. After I read that email, I immediately wondered if I had any ping pong balls in my apartment. Am I an alcoholic? Or just an admirer of booze?
However, I felt some relief when my sister called this morning. She asked what I was doing this weekend, and I told her about the game night tonight. She asked if I was going to play flip cup. Another classic game. Then I realized it wasn't bad that I thought to bring ping pong balls, Solo cups, and a case of Miller Lite. To be honest, I spent just as many years playing drinking games as I did playing those classic board games like Scrabble, Clue, or Sorry.
When my girlfriend was alerted to my plan, she said "are you serious"? Not to speak ill of my lesser half, but she was just not on the same page as me. Which I can understand. I'm not in college anymore. And I guess if the courts can try me as an adult, then technically I am an adult. But I think drinking games can bring people together more so than bored games. The level of competition is there, but with drinking games, you're drinking. Not saying you can't have fun and not drink. I have heaps of fun sober. But when I think of "game night" and being an adult, I associate with drinking games moreso than board games.
So I figured I'd bring a deck of cards. Maybe we'll play Kings.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Initial Entry
2009. Some say it's the year of hope. Or change. Some even says it's the year of the Ox. For me, 2009 is the same as any year (so far). And the point of this blog is to show that no matter what day it is, crazy things will always happen. Especially around this town. Washington, DC.
There used to be a stark contrast between DC and northern Virginia living. Not so much these days. Now it's like they're conjoined twins. You can't tell where one ends and the other begins. There are obvious benefits and disadvantages to this. One benefit is the "DC culture". I just used quotes there because DC culture is different than "DC culture". The latter is the international flavor that permeates the town with restaurants, embassy events, non-profit organizations, and performances at the Kennedy Center. It also adds to the omnipresence of DC's political and media scene. I don't think I've ever gone a day in DC without eating something from some asian- or spanish-infused restaurant, nearly getting struck down by some diplomat that can't drive, or going to a happy hour and meeting someone that works at one of the 3 billion non-profits operating out of DC.
The 703 isn't any better. I'm just saying. There seems to be a tapas bar, Japanese steakhouse, or PF Chang's around every corner. Clearly, there's no shortage of bad drivers here. Arrogance abounds here since 703 counties are some of the most expensive places to live. But that just goes back to what I was saying about conjoined twins. There's good and bad. The other one is right in your face 24/7. Unless, of course, they're connected at the butt. Then that's just gross...yet still scientifically fascinating.
There used to be a stark contrast between DC and northern Virginia living. Not so much these days. Now it's like they're conjoined twins. You can't tell where one ends and the other begins. There are obvious benefits and disadvantages to this. One benefit is the "DC culture". I just used quotes there because DC culture is different than "DC culture". The latter is the international flavor that permeates the town with restaurants, embassy events, non-profit organizations, and performances at the Kennedy Center. It also adds to the omnipresence of DC's political and media scene. I don't think I've ever gone a day in DC without eating something from some asian- or spanish-infused restaurant, nearly getting struck down by some diplomat that can't drive, or going to a happy hour and meeting someone that works at one of the 3 billion non-profits operating out of DC.
The 703 isn't any better. I'm just saying. There seems to be a tapas bar, Japanese steakhouse, or PF Chang's around every corner. Clearly, there's no shortage of bad drivers here. Arrogance abounds here since 703 counties are some of the most expensive places to live. But that just goes back to what I was saying about conjoined twins. There's good and bad. The other one is right in your face 24/7. Unless, of course, they're connected at the butt. Then that's just gross...yet still scientifically fascinating.
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