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Taoism or Confucianism?
Didn't make it to the prop house tonight as Next Door Coworker and Wifey didn't show up -- I suspect I unwittingly predicted a spousal spat earlier in the evening which did happen and they stayed at home. I had a great time anyway at Puquiz, even though I defected from my initial team which ended up winning the first prize. However, our team had the moral victory as we purchased no cheat cards. And apparently, me competing in a pubquiz tie-breaker arm-wrestling match last fall was NOT a one-time experience. Seriously. Too bad Liza wasn't able to come and photo this second one. Oh, and once again it was a tie. I need to work on whatever arm muscle is required to win an arm-wrestling match, because I have great defending strength, I just can't finish it. What is that, your forearm? Maybe I need to rent "Over the Top" to learn more techniques.
I still don't like the name of "Team Asshat", but I do truly love my teammates. Even though we were robbed. Or maybe because we were robbed. We could bond in our self-righteousness.
I played taxi driver for several folks afterwards and spent majority of the ride home with Moos. That one is such a lovely and beautiful enigma to me, but I always enjoy every second we happen to spend with each other. A nice ending to a social and fun but lowkey and non-debaucherous evening.
Tomorrow I read and write and read and write and read.
But now I snuggle up with the pup and sleep.
I still don't like the name of "Team Asshat", but I do truly love my teammates. Even though we were robbed. Or maybe because we were robbed. We could bond in our self-righteousness.
I played taxi driver for several folks afterwards and spent majority of the ride home with Moos. That one is such a lovely and beautiful enigma to me, but I always enjoy every second we happen to spend with each other. A nice ending to a social and fun but lowkey and non-debaucherous evening.
Tomorrow I read and write and read and write and read.
But now I snuggle up with the pup and sleep.
Resist the Daley machine!
That reminds me of a joke that circulate several years ago when Korea first held free elections and that supposedly Chicago decided to help out their international sister city by loaning them ballots and counting machines and booths and whatnot and at the end of the Korean elections the winner and elected new prime minister (or whatever the joke said) of the country was......Richard Daley.
Thanks for the tip on the back muscles. Perhaps a few practice rounds with
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Next time (yes next time) we can be cameltoe.
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