Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Gaming Night

I'm a gamer.  Board games, traditional games, FRP - I've played a lot of it.  When I moved to Columbus, Big Mike was kind enough to include me in the Bored Gamers, a group of men that meet on Monday nights to play games and have a good time.  Last night was no exception.

We congregated at Lash's house around 6:00 PM.  I was a bit late, coming in at 6:30.  Anyway, Big Mike, Lash, Marky-Mark, and yours truly ended up at a table playing Catan, while the rest of the players were at another table trying in vain to colonize Mars.  About an hour into the game, one of the players from the other room (followed by two others) comes in and asks Lash if he's got any beer.

"Yeah, in the fridge." Last replied.
Player One rummages in Lash's refrigerator and comes up with a bottle of Miller.
"Miller?  That's all you've got?"
"It's not mine." Lash starts to explain.  "Some guys left a six pack here last week."
"Miller?" Player One continues to complain.  "I can't believe it.  I drank this swill back in high school."
Big Mike looks up from sorting his commodities into promising groups, and addresses Player One.
"Let me get this straight," Mike begins. "You come into this man's home, you accept his hospitality, then you raid his refrigerator looking for beer, and then you have the audacity to complain about the brand of the free beer?  You, Sir, are a Dick."
Other players start to laugh.
"Yeah," I say, "Just put a six of Miller down on Short North and see how long it lasts."
More laughter.  I felt that Lash was vindicated.

I won Catan quite neatly, by the way.  Big Mike was counting on Lash to keep me in check, and he didn't.  So right out of the blue, surprise-surprise, I won one.  Driving home, I reflected that I don't win all that often.


CWMartin said...

We used to have a buddy like that. One day someone asked him if he was getting a mooch costume for Halloween. "What do you mean?" he asked over peals of laughter.

Bob G. said...

Mad Jack:
And that's why I have a few "guidelines" at our "Fortress":
1) I will let you know WHAT is available to drink, with or without alcohol. I will write you a list if that's warranted.
2) I will go into the fridge...meaning ME, MYSELF, or the aforementioned "I" (or all three of us) to get what you want.
3) if none of the beer (that I prefer to drink and PAY for myself, usually imports) suits you...TOUGH. Go thirsty, my friend.

Works like a charm...never had anyone leave with a dry mouth yet.

Stay safe out there.

Mad Jack said...

CW: I hear ya. We used to have one guy that was so bad I suggested he didn't need a costume for Halloween - he could go as a tax collector.

Bob: I always brought a six of something with me, kind of as a thank-you for your hospitality, and I observed your house rules as civilized conduct.

Glen Filthie said...

You boys need to take up home brewing. It's fun, it's good beer and it's cheap! Fact is I will go for homebrew over Miller any day of the week. The fact is that most beers are pasteurized and that takes away a huge part of the brew's character.

Mad Jack said...

I'm deathly allergic to beer hops. But, y'know, back in ancient times those Egyptians had beer, and they didn't hop it. I'm thinking that I have a basement that could easily accommodate a home brewing setup, and I could start brewing unhopped beer.

Thanks, Glen!