My family decide to eat at Hooters. It’s early enough before the big game that we get a table handily and apparently they have many chicken wings ready at their disposal since they’re getting ready for the many Superbowl orders. And before you think that I mean “me and my brothers” when I say “family,” [...]
My buddy A– turns thirty four, so he invites us out somewhere for drinks on a Friday night. Friday night is playing video games on the computer night, so I decline and suggest instead we just hang out at the game shop like we normally do. –Whatever, he says, you’re worse than my elderly parents. [...]
I’m at GenCon. While I’m there, my wife sees my niece at a family party back in Chicago. She’s four (my niece), and she still gets a little confused when we tell her things.
Today I’m trying to get my PS2 to boot when my wife calls. What are you doing, she asks. Trying to play, I say. Are you lying on the floor pathetically resetting that thing for hours and hours? No, I say getting up, I’m standing up.
So my assembled random geeky gamer building is sitting on my desk, waiting for the glue to dry. I leave it there overnight and all day and I suddenly remember it when I get home.
It snows in April, apparently. Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work. This was two weeks ago.
Hey man, he says, haven’t seen you in a while. I look up and it’s P–. I met him at a game shop when I was asking around for Warmachine players, but more than a year later we’ve never gotten a game together.
As I was gaming at the store with W–, he asks me a curious question that reeks of Tyler Durden. Do you just teach, he asks. And he doesn’t just ask. There’s an emphasis on JUST as in, Do you JUST teach? (Somewhere Pahlaniuk/Tyler Durden whispers, You are not your job)
That’s what it’s called, except the words are in Spanish at my wife’s University, and college students have organized the dinner. They serve appetizers, and when dinner is ready we get up from our table and go to the buffet to receive individual portions from tray pans. Mariachi singers perform for us, and I never [...]
Filipino Club practice ended early, and I was so relieved that I told the kids: Awesome. I can pack up and go on my date. A date? What are you talking about? WHO are you dating? We thought you were married?