If U didn’t come 2 party, don’t bother knockin’ on my door. I got a lion in my pocket and baby he’s ready 2 roar.
Our neighbors Brian and Debbie throw one heckuva party. They were celebrating their birthdays last night and issued invites to friends and neighbors. Do you know how many years it’s been since I did jello shooters? Probably the same number of years its been since I went to a kegger. Both those counters now reset to zero.
In the din of all the Pink Floyd music and the chatter of the assemblage, Brian and I went mano-a-mano over the chess board. This was a rematch of my Halloween Party victory, though to be fair Brian had a few beers in him when we sat at the table in October. This time around he was (more) sober, so my victory that much sweeter. I played Black defensively, and, like last time, he came out with guns blazing. He plays not so much to win as to crush, and after I was able to parry his initial thrusts, my more solid development left him in a precarious position. Hopefully I was as graceful in victory as Brian was in defeat. Hopefully it means I’m getting better at chess.
Thanks to Brian and Debbie for the great party. It was da bomb.