Of late, it seems the gang and I are returning to the good old days of our youth (not that we are over the hill now) and seem to have rekindled our romance with board games and card games. And guess what? This is more fun than the every second day I spent at Purple Haze. (What??????? Did I just say that?) The last few weekends have been spent at friend’s place catching up on good old games like Uno, Monopoly, Scrabble and the works. We even went bowling. (Have never experienced that back in the day). And this seems to be not only a more fun way of spending time together; it is definitely a far more economically viable option. (Especially for me…who discovered I’m really low on the finances food chain).
Anyway, before I start the sob story of my financial plight, let’s talk about board games. Yesterday was spent playing Scotland Yard and Scrabble. I took the Scotland Yard game out of the loft after a period of almost 9 years. 9 years I tell you… that seems so many moons ago. It is so many moons ago! It was a less confusing and a less frustrating time. Games like this were generally played on a lazy summer afternoon in the balcony of a friends place because it was too hot to be playing cricket or football. It was a simpler time when we were not blinded by things like PC Games, X Box 360, PS3,etc. Lost seem to be the times when children would indulge in this ever so simple pastime of board games. It’s all hi-funda now and all gadgets or gizmos. And what happened to good old GI Joe and Matchbox cars? Some where, the children got messed up and started playing with what I consider absolute trash…like pokemon or digimon or some other-mon, which are basically products of some hyped up anime show which I have desperately tried to comprehend the appeal, but in vain.
The evening was spent at the coffee shop over a game of scrabble. One genius beat all of us on one word which got him quite a few double letters and triple letters and triple word scores. And certain four letter profanities from the rest of us. Nearly 2 hours later, we’re down to playing the ‘an’, ‘it’, ‘but’, ’if’….basically all the little nonsense words that give you a score like 2 or 4. But it was the best darn fun this weekend. It even ranked higher than TGIF; well TGIF was kind of bad because some drunken girls hit my friend’s car and the usual run-of-the-mill macho man showed up drunk claiming to be there friend. And when we refused help, he told us about his revolver and his uncle who is someone in the government. Where do these stereo-type losers come from? Seriously….. Oh well! Long live insurance claims!
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