Appetizers. Drinks. Dinner. Wine. Dessert. Liqueurs.
My life is much like my parent's.
The first half of the evening had gone so well. Hunky Z and Kitty make great dinner pals.
"Any more wine where that came from Beer?"
Then, it was decided, a game of Scrabble was up.
Hunky cleaned our clocks. He plays Scrabble every day. On an electronic device in the Jamaican-Ukrainian Scrabble League.
Seems to be working out for him.
Every day I get further and further behind all you computer motherfuckers. So far behind, yet so far ahead.
I do not care. It is not like I play Scrabble for money. I do, however, feel a nostalgic for the days there was not a Jamaican-Ukrainian on the planet I could not out-Scrabble unaided by computer technology.