Sunday was board games day
Aug. 29th, 2005 01:33 amToday, we ended up playing things by ear for hanging out with people. After a bit of phone tag, we ended up at Bengal Tiger for lunch, we being me and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oren and dvarin, and we were joined by agh and Jason. (PSA: Taste of India isn't open until 3pm on Sundays) It was cool, Bengal Tiger allows you to order a "side order" of saag for only $5, which is awesome, since usually that's all I want, the sauce and some nan bread to dip in it, I don't need the chicken or cheese or whatever else. Whee.
Afterwards we came back to my apartment and played Puerto Rico, which Carl beat me by two points in. We both played our normal strategies; I got the hospice/factory and he got the coffee/wharf/harbor.
Drew and Jason had to leave around 5 to go to a concert, but right about then,bpr and ayndin showed up, since they were done with PAX stuff. So we ended up playing a game of Starfarers of Catan, which Carl also won, due to his "buy fame" alien power, squeaking by Brian, who would have won on the same turn. I started off the game really strong -- too strong -- and ended up stuck at 9 points forever. Afterwards, the five of us went over to Gordito's to grab dinner, since none of them had been there before, and Oren needs to get over his Chipotle fixation. Evan wanted to get a Grande Burrito, and I was like "OMG, their NORMAL burritos are freakin' huge, if you get that and eat all of it in one sitting, I'll pay for it." He declined my dare, but actually, he ordered a grande burrito AND he ate all of it in one sitting, which is just scary. Oren and I got normal burritos which we couldn't finish, and Brian got a normal quesadilla which he couldn't finish, and Carl got a tostito or whatever salad which he didn't finish because there was too much onion in it. So, moral of the story: Evan is scary.
Evan had to catch a plane back to Florida at 10:45pm, so Brian drove him to the airport after we had dinner. Carl and Oren and I came back up to my place and we played Karaoke Revolution for an hour or so. The joke, of course, is that I am "Voice 10, Kanji 1", since I have pretty good pitch and the screen tended to light up with tons of "すばらしい!" and "いいぞ!" markers as I sang, but I kept getting derailed from singing if I missed a kanji. (For example, I always misread "残る", and I was really embarrassed to not remember "鼻歌".) It's good to actually have other people around who read Japanese to play KR with... especially since they were always much better than me at reading. (I didn't call Carl "Kanji-chan" in college for nothing.)
They had to leave earlyish since Carl has an early flight home tomorrow, and Oren has work of course. Carl stayed at Oren's this trip since Oren lives so much closer to the airport, and he has an extra room and all. Though I am vaguely sad since I dunno if I spent enough time with Carl. The thing is, when you're close friends with someone for eight years, just hanging out for a weekend and goofing off and playing games and seeing musicals and stuff like we did in college is pretty much exactly what you're supposed to do.
(PS --mrpeck, thanks for the baseball cards! They're awesome :) Even just getting to see those 1980 Phillies cards that I haven't seen in forever was great. The fact that there were things mixed in like 1981 cards of Carl Yastrzemski, Nolan Ryan, and Bert Blyleven was extra awesomeness. I love seeing the old pictures.)
Yankeeeeeeeeeees this week. Wheeeeeeeeee.
oren and dvarin, and we were joined by agh and Jason. (PSA: Taste of India isn't open until 3pm on Sundays) It was cool, Bengal Tiger allows you to order a "side order" of saag for only $5, which is awesome, since usually that's all I want, the sauce and some nan bread to dip in it, I don't need the chicken or cheese or whatever else. Whee.Afterwards we came back to my apartment and played Puerto Rico, which Carl beat me by two points in. We both played our normal strategies; I got the hospice/factory and he got the coffee/wharf/harbor.
Drew and Jason had to leave around 5 to go to a concert, but right about then,
bpr and ayndin showed up, since they were done with PAX stuff. So we ended up playing a game of Starfarers of Catan, which Carl also won, due to his "buy fame" alien power, squeaking by Brian, who would have won on the same turn. I started off the game really strong -- too strong -- and ended up stuck at 9 points forever. Afterwards, the five of us went over to Gordito's to grab dinner, since none of them had been there before, and Oren needs to get over his Chipotle fixation. Evan wanted to get a Grande Burrito, and I was like "OMG, their NORMAL burritos are freakin' huge, if you get that and eat all of it in one sitting, I'll pay for it." He declined my dare, but actually, he ordered a grande burrito AND he ate all of it in one sitting, which is just scary. Oren and I got normal burritos which we couldn't finish, and Brian got a normal quesadilla which he couldn't finish, and Carl got a tostito or whatever salad which he didn't finish because there was too much onion in it. So, moral of the story: Evan is scary.Evan had to catch a plane back to Florida at 10:45pm, so Brian drove him to the airport after we had dinner. Carl and Oren and I came back up to my place and we played Karaoke Revolution for an hour or so. The joke, of course, is that I am "Voice 10, Kanji 1", since I have pretty good pitch and the screen tended to light up with tons of "すばらしい!" and "いいぞ!" markers as I sang, but I kept getting derailed from singing if I missed a kanji. (For example, I always misread "残る", and I was really embarrassed to not remember "鼻歌".) It's good to actually have other people around who read Japanese to play KR with... especially since they were always much better than me at reading. (I didn't call Carl "Kanji-chan" in college for nothing.)
They had to leave earlyish since Carl has an early flight home tomorrow, and Oren has work of course. Carl stayed at Oren's this trip since Oren lives so much closer to the airport, and he has an extra room and all. Though I am vaguely sad since I dunno if I spent enough time with Carl. The thing is, when you're close friends with someone for eight years, just hanging out for a weekend and goofing off and playing games and seeing musicals and stuff like we did in college is pretty much exactly what you're supposed to do.
(PS --
mrpeck, thanks for the baseball cards! They're awesome :) Even just getting to see those 1980 Phillies cards that I haven't seen in forever was great. The fact that there were things mixed in like 1981 cards of Carl Yastrzemski, Nolan Ryan, and Bert Blyleven was extra awesomeness. I love seeing the old pictures.)Yankeeeeeeeeeees this week. Wheeeeeeeeee.
