My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Quelf
My favorite board game is called Quelf. No one has ever asked me why it is called Quelf, and I don't want to start contemplating it now - it would ruin the spontaneity that draws me. Once a year, during my birthday season, I whine and complain until reluctantly, my parents put aside their land-owning games about 18th century France and sit down to be my pawns for an hour or so. They always forget how much they love every part of it - the hilarious routines, the outrageous quiz questions, and the mindbending rules that pile up in little blue card stacks. Sometimes they suggest I play it with friends - R, maybe, or K3? But I shy away from the idea. After all, what fun is losing your dignity if it's so hard to find afterwards?
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