Last night i had the totally sober experience of playing Monopoly with a large group of people, which i’ve honestly only done once or twice in my life. Playing Monopoly with two or three friends gets a bit redundant; with two you don’t do especially much trading as it will eventually come back to bite you in the ass, and with three every time you work out a good deal with someone you’re screwing the third player. However, with six players it was all fun, with some hilariously inventive trades ensuing as well as some pathetic attempts to live despite only having the dark purples with hotels on them. I set myself up very well strategically, but i just didn’t have enough people land on my property to make a difference. Amy wound up cleaning me out just with the yellow properties, although i stayed alive for a while by re-erecting hotels on properties Amy might land on on a turn and then taking them down to get a half-return on the money afterwards. Amy kicked our asses, though. Grawr!
I’d like to add that Amy was the most drunk out of the game, and i was the sober one, so obviously drinking doesn’t especially effect the strategies in Monopoly. However, playing with a shot of vodka in FreeParking definitely makes for an interesting game (substitute tequilla if you’d like, or draino if you don’t like the taste of tequilla but want something nearly as lethal.)
At one point my teeth were actually numb. Numb! How cliched is that? I was surreptisiouly tapping my fingernails against them for the latter half of the night to make sure that it wasn’t my imagination.
People are so weird when they’re drunk. Said Josh at the party: “I’m starting to realize drinking is a spectator sport.” I wholeheartedly agree… i just wish someone would tape it so i could study my performance later. Although… that might wind up being a little embarrassing…
As for the Cast Party on friday night there were only a middling amount of actual cast members there, but there was plenty of liquor and it got rather interesting rather quickly. Highlights included being told i was “the gay icon of the entire homosexual population of the Freshman class,” a rocking acoustic performance of “Like a Virgin” that didn’t even involve me, and how everyone was scratching and clawing at each other to get ahold of the one Pre-Mix demo i brought for Laurel, who left today. Lowlights included dropping a bottle of hard lemonade right on the ground instead of getting it into the pocket i was aiming for, not really having any females to flirt with in a productive fashion, and the inhuman amount of vodka i put in every single screwdriver. If you’ve got a low tolerance, don’t let me mix drinks for you, okay? The night came out alright, though i wound up sleeping far far into the afternoon yesterday after i finally dragged my ass back to the apartment. Certainly not a night i’ll be forgetting anytime soon.
I’m hoping to figure out what time it actually is by posting. I know last night was the time to spring clocks ahead one hour, and that computers typically do this on their own. However, my computer made no mention of the change as it typically does and it still seems to match the clock in my bedroom. So, either technology flunked out on this one, or Matt was thoughtful enough to set our bedroom clock forward an hour when he eventually got home last night. I can’t really figure out which of the two is more likely, though. So, i turned to blogger.
Oh well, off to get smashed at (only) my fourth player’s party this year… although, in retrospect, player’s parties haven’t exactly been the best thing for me this term. Well… not the worst thing either, but god knows lots of drama always ensues. Party(1) was the second night in my weeks long unbroken string of seeing Selina, and the party where we infamously switched clothes and then disappeared back into a bathroom for an indefinite period of time (all of which was spent talking. No, really). Party(2) was the one where i had pneumonia and wasn’t allowed to drink anything, and I was chewed out by her the next day for my attending sans her despite her being much sicker than i was at the time. Party(3) was a week later: Laurel’s going away party the night we broke up. That was interesting. I think it’s the only time i ever even contemplated drinking destructively, but when i got past my fourth one i realized how aimless the whole idea was and just had one more.
It just ocurred to me that Selina might be so interested in using Laurel as a weapon against me in fights because i talk about her so much on here. I don’t think anyone really understands that (for me) blog is to life as the x-men cartoon was to the comic book: abridged, simplfied, and at times altogether rewritten. Anyhow, I couldn’t very well talk about how much time i spent in her bed (most of which was spent talking. No, really), could i?