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Welcome to My Planet
Posted on July 2, 2005 by Ching under Games.
Brian and I are obsessed with ogame. Every morning and before going to bed and sometimes throughout the day we’ll both be checking how our planets are doing. He now has three planets because he has been colonizing. I only have one because I just recently started. It’s super fun, though. You should all play! Sign up for Universe 4 so we can all play together.
Acck! My nerdiness is showing! LOL!
Anyway, we have to go shower. We’re meeting Brian’s parents at the Warren for the War of the Worlds 1:00 pm showing and they want us to be there early. They don’t like having their food delivered during the movie so we have to be there no later than 12:30 pm. Actually, neither do we.
P.S. We saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith last week and it was good. You all should see it. I will let you know what I think of War of the Worlds when we return (after I finish my homework, of course).
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Drinking Games
Posted on May 15, 2005 by Ching under Games, Life, Poker.
I realize now that Amber and Jason are clinically insane. That will be the last time I’ll come over for an innocent game of poker. They almost killed me last night with their drinking games. I was really thinking, “This is great. We will all get drunk and maybe we could get a four-way thing going.” No such luck. I was already long gone and, after drinking almost ten bottles of beer each, they were nowhere near drunk. My plans are foiled again! By the way, I’m just kidding about the four-way part. I had no such plans, Jason and Amber. So don’t get the heebie jeebies on me, okay? Here’s what really happened: Brian and I were just laying around the house after a day full of errands. Around 8:45 pm, Jason calls to tell us that he and Amber are going to stay for the 9:30 pm poker session at Rose Bowl West if Brian and I show up. He and Amber played in the 6:30 pm poker session earlier that evening, but they planned on going to Neighbors if we weren’t going to come. I wanted to go to Neighbors because of the $100 prize money for first place. Jason Dill had won it one night. Brian doesn’t like the place, though. He’s really judgemental about bars and stuff. For instance, he doesn’t like Side Pockets either. The place has cheap drinks and cheap pool. What’s not to like there? Brian said that the game at Neighbors starts at 9:00 pm and that we would never make it. I think the late session doesn’t start until 10:00 pm, but I wasn’t in an argumentative mood so I agreed to go to Rose Bowl West. After all, Jason and Amber were both already there. On the way over there, they called us to invite us over to Jason’s apartment for a four-way poker game afterwards. No money, just drinking. They talked Brian and I into getting them a case of 20 bottles of beer. Brian asked me what I wanted to drink and I couldn’t really decide. I like drinking cocktails at bars and restos. I’m not really much of an at-home drinker. So where is there a liquor store on the way the bowling alley? Jason and Amber suggested driving west of West Street on Central because there’s a liquor store there. We were on 135 getting on Kellogg at this point (stuck in traffic because there was some kind of a car accident). We would have to drive past the bowling alley and go a little ways to get to the liquor store, but Brian said he knows where that is so we wouldn’t be doing much wandering around. The whole drive I’m still trying to figure out what I want to get for myself. I am quite indecisive at times. Traffic finally gets going and we exit on West Street to go North. Then we see Goebel right there, conveniently situated not too far from Kellogg. The map that I linked to is wrong, by the way. It should be located on the right side of the street. But I digress.. As soon as I saw Goebel, I knew what I could buy for myself: lambic. Besides Jacob Liquor Exchange on the Northeast part of Wichita where we live, Goebel is the only other liquor store I know of in town that carries the Lindemans lambic I like. Brian went for the cold cases of beer section and I went to look for my lambic, which I easily found in the aisle where they have all the imported beer varieties and such. I wanted to find them in the cooled section, though, because I wanted it somewhat cold at least. Brian walks out and with a case of beer in hand and starts helping me to look for my beer. A store employee approached us and asked if we need help finding anything. I explained to him that we were looking for fruit beer instead of trying to pronounce the Belgian words on the label. “Are you looking for the Framboise?” he asked. Framboise is probably the most popular of the flavors. I told him yes, that’s it. I explained that I found them on them on the shelves, but I was hoping they had some bottles that were already refrigerated. He directed us to the section, only to find that the Framboise row had not been restocked. They had couple of 750 ml bottles of the Peche, though. He was going to try and talk us into those not realizing that I didn’t need any convincing because I prefer the peach flavor, anyway. “Have you tried this before?” he asked Brian. “No, I’m allergic to alcohol. It’s for her.” “I have tried it and I like it a lot.” “It’s ok,” the store employee said, still addressing Brian. “You should try drinking it out of her navel,” he added as he made an okay gesture with his hand. I guess the fact that Brian was carring a case of beer made his confession that he is allergic to alcohol seem less credible. I ended up taking both bottles and we headed to the checkout counter. The checkout clerk was very helpful and friendly. He informatively told us that we would need a bottle opener and a corkscrew for my beer. We knew this, of course, having purchased the beer before. Brian, thinking that the guy was trying to sell us barware, said thank you but we’ve got some. “I know we’ve got some, but what about Jason?” “He has ours.” “He does?” At this point the store clerk interrupted our discussion and gave us a free bottle opener and corkscrew, just in case. “We should come here more often!” I exclaimed, “I didn’t realize you guys give out free goodies.” We paid, thanked him and left the store. “I probably shouldn’t say that I’m allergic to alcohol while carrying a case of beer,” Brian said on our way out to the car. “Probably. I’m surprised the other guy didn’t ask you if you were trying to kill yourself.” Done with our beer run, we head to the bowling alley for the poker game. Amber was nice enough to put us on the list. Jason got knocked out first, followed by Amber. Brian and I both made it to the final table. Jason and Amber left to go get something to eat right as we got consolidated to the final table. I took third and Brian took second place. He is really excited about this so you may be reading about how he outlasted me (by one freakin’ slot) in his own blog soon. He is still raving about it. On the way over to Jason’s apartment I decide that I should probably eat something if I’m going to be doing any kind of drinking. Just to be on the safe side. Sonic is open until about 1:00 am so we decide to go there. I like their breakfast burritos and it’s about time for breakfast, anyway. Brian orders
a large strawberry limeade for me, probably in hopes of discouraging me from drinking too much. I’m a puker and he doesn’t enjoy having to take care of me when I am soused. But lambic never makes me sick, so he really had nothing to worry to about. It’s the hard liquor that does that to me, and only when I drink several different varieties. Hard liquor is lethal when at least two different kinds mix with my gastric enzymes. Often, the result is violent vomitting as soon as I hit the bed. The way that Amber and Jason play poker as a drinking game is kind of complicated and involves a lot of math. I don’t know whose brilliant idea that was because it’s hard enough to complete sentences when you’re drunk, let alone do mathematical calculations. We played with a set number of chips the way that we normally do except that everytime you lose money in a hand you are supposed to take a drink. When the betting and the blinds go up, the stakes go up as well. You have to take a gulp for every $200 in chips that you lose. I guess the math isn’t too bad, until all four people are in the hand for different amounts and then there is a lot of figuring going on. Thankfully, Jason is quick with his math and he does most of the calculations for us. Instead of worring about it, I just wait for him to tell me how much to drink. Of course, that requires a lot of trust. I’m not sure if you can trust Jason, that way. But seeing as I was drinking my drink of choice and not piss I didn’t really mind having to take a few extra gulps. That is, until I started feeling bloated and couldn’t drink anymore. For the first round, I was still finishing up my strawberry limeade so I was off the hook as far the drinking went. My bladder was filling up just as much as if I had been drinking, though. Brian got knocked out first and he decided to play on the internet as the three of us finished the game. Toward the end of the round, I ran out of strawberry limeade and started on the lambic. I didn’t have to do much drinking though because I kicked ass and won that round. We tried to talk Brian into playing the second round, but he declined so only the three of us played. At this point, I was still digging drinking the lambic so I was losing and drinking a lot. I lost a lot of money when I got knocked out and had to drink a lot. After that, Jason and Amber were heads up. Jason took that round. I was feeling really bloated already. Jason and Amber both drank a lot, but the beer seemed to have no effect on them. They wanted to play another round. I just wanted to lay down. As a compromise, I said I would play if Brian played another round. They managed to take Brian away from the computer and talk him into playing with us. How? I’m not quite sure. On the first hand, while the blinds were still $10 and $20, I raised to $200 total pre-flop. I had Q J suited. Four-handed, any kind of paint is good and is worthy of a raise. Even inebriated I knew my odds were good. I pre-flop raise got Jason and Amber to fold. Brian called the bet. The flop comes A K and something other card. I’m first to act and check to Brian. Brian bets $1000. I think about it for a bit. I know he has an A. So I would need to trip up with runner-runner Qs or Js or hit one of four 10s in the deck for my straight in order to win. What the hell. I figured, first hand, I would still have a lot of chips left – I really had nothing to lose. I decide to chase. The turn comes and it’s a 10. I hit my straight but I decide to check it to Brian. He bets another $1000, and I just call. Jason turns the river card over and it is some other insignificant card that is no help to either of us. I check again. This time Brian, thinking that his A 10 is good, goes all in with the rest of his chips. I called his bet. He rolls over his two pair totally thinking that he has won the hand. Then I roll over my Q J for a straight and he is in total disbelief. It was freakin’ hilarious! Brian didn’t really get to play that round except for one hand. So now I’ve got twice as many chips as Amber and Jason. The rest of the game went pretty easy on me. I folded a lot, specially when I wasn’t one of the blinds, so I wouldn’t have to drink. I was almost done with my bottle and, even after, peeing like three times, my bladder wasn’t holding liquid well. And the bloating was getting more unbearable. Toward the end though, Amber and Jason did most of the drinking. Jason ended up getting knocked out and the game was between Amber and I. I think I won that round with pocket 10s. She had to drink a lot because it was a huge pot. After that I’d had enough of poker and they decide to teach me how to play three man, a dice drinking game. The game has such convoluted rules that I’m not even going to attempt to explain all of it. Almost every number your roll means something. For instance, if you roll a seven the person to your left drinks. If you roll an eleven, the person to your right drinks. If you roll a nine, you start a game of categories etc. There’s only like a couple of numbers that mean nothing at all. You have to do something almost every roll you make. And you keep rolling until you hit a nothing number. How drunk people can remember such complex rules is beyond me, but Jason and Amber seem to manage just fine. They’re like, “Let’s just play and we’ll tell you when you need to drink.” Jason is three man and Amber says that is good because three man always does the most drinking. However, I found that I did quite a bit of drinking, as did Amber. I was like, “I thought three man was supposed to be drinking the most?” Finally, I roll a bunch of threes and Jason had to keep drinking. Finally, I understood why you douldn’t want to be three man. The only way to get out of being three man is to roll a three and then you get to designate some other person to be three man. I think this would be a way fun drinking game for like half a dozen to a dozen people. That way you’re not drinking every two seconds. That night I realized that I’m not much of a drinker because I get bloated really easily. I like having a few cocktails when I’m out dancing because the alcohol evaporates while I’m on the dance floor and that way I have room for more, but drinking a lot while just hanging out and not really doing any kind of physical activity just makes me sleepy. The final game they tried to teach me is war. But we had to play by Jason’s rules and he ruled that your card had to win by three or more for there to be any drinking. Finally I was just laying down on the floor and Brian and I decided that it was time to go home. It was almost 4:00 am when we got home. I planned on getting up early the next day to do laundry and go to the Y for my usuall two-hours of working out on Sundays. I ended up oversleeping and didn’t make it. Laundry is still in progress and I’m blogging instead of working out. I think I may do some exercises around here or workout on the Bowflex if I ever get around to it. I still have to study for my BLAW final which is on Tuesday. I really hate missing my workout schedule. I think there will be no drinking for me next weekend. Besides, we have to be up somewhat early next Sunday because we are watching the 11:15 am Star Wars showing in the balcony and we can’t miss that. Brian is so excited. He actually bought our tickets almost three weeks ago. At any rate, after buying groceries, which we are supposed to do at some point today, we will be officially broke so it’s not like I’ll have money to be drinking anyway. Besides being broke, I’m really too old for this. Remind me that next time.
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Saturday Night
Posted on May 1, 2005 by Ching under Games, Life.
Brian and I felt lazy yesterday so we didn’t dress up for dinner. Actually, we had to do some grocery shopping so we opted to go to dinner early and then shop at Sam’s Club after. We initially planned on going to Carrabba’s around 4 pm, but Nausicaa ran longer than either of us expected. Brian, having already seen the movie when it first came out in the 80s, offered to just pause the movie and finish it when we return. However, I got so engrossed that I didn’t want it to be interrupted. So we had to watch it straight through. We finished the movie at about ten minutes until 5 pm which was perfect timing. Brian was starving and I don’t think he could’ve held off any longer. The nice thing is that we live only about five minutes from the restaurant (this is if you take K96, we prefer taking the freeway whenever we can). We had an Antipasti Platter (consisting of calamari, bruchette of the day and mozarella sticks – Carrabba’s has the best mozarella sticks around these parts, I think), Brian had a Caesar salad, we shared the Chicken Gratella (the waitress messed up and got fettuccini alfredo instead of spaghetti pomodoro, so we ended up with both and had more pasta than we could eat) and tiramisu (the best tiramisu I’ve ever had; Brian had a couple of bites but I ate most of it). Even with my glass of sangria (Brian wouldn’t let me get a pitcher, lol) and Brian’s soda our bill only came to $34. With the $25 gift certificate that Lisa sent (Brian’s stalker friend) we only had to pay $16, tip included. That’s the cheapest we’ve ever spent there. It was awesome. Thanks, Lisa! After that we did shopped for groceries at Sam’s and then went home. Jason and Amber came to pick us up at around 8:30 pm for the late poker session at Rose Bowl West. On the drive there, Jason filled us in about his recent trip to Bellingham. We also found out that he and Amber are both moving to Atlanta together in July. It will be really sad when they leave. Jason has become a really good friend of ours over the last few months and he’s become a fairly regular fixture in my blog stories. Poker was alright. It’s only the second time that we’ve ever played at Rose Bowl West. Most of the other players were unfamiliar to me, which suited me just fine because I play better against strangers. Brian took 9th and I took 3rd. Amber did really well for her first poker event. I felt sure she would take first place. That always happens because of the whole beginner’s luck thing. She still did really well though. I have this propensity for blurting out the most ridiculous, inappropriate statements at the most inopportune times and I had another such moment at poker. Right before the session began, Brian, Amber and I were chatting and I was telling Amber how “we ate on Lisa” earlier that day. After realizing what I just said, I had to elaborate that I meant we used the gift certificate that the crazy woman sent. Of course, that’s nothing compared to when I asked Brian to “eat my biscuit” while ordering food in line at KFC. I don’t like biscuits and the food I wanted to order came with it. I just wanted to make sure that Brian would eat mine so it wouldn’t go to waste. Otherwise I’d other something else. That was the whole purpose of my question. Brian later explained to me that what I just said was the polite way of saying eat my pussy. I have a lot to learn when it comes to colloquialisms, I know. After poker we went to Wildfire Diner (the website needs some work, but they’re local and not a national chain) to grub. Jason and Amber are night owls who like to eat late. I was still full from gorging myself at Carrabba’s earlier that day, but I ended up ordering crispy bacon so that I wouldn’t be the only one not eating. The conversation was really great. I laughed so hard that I cried on several occasions. We all had a good time. While at the diner, Jason and Amber introduced us to a game they play called categories. Basically, you come up with a category and everyone goes around stating an item from that category until someone is stumped or says something that has already been said. That person loses and has to come up with the next category. It’s supposed to be a drinking game, but since Brian doesn’t drink the game had to be modified. We tracked our losses with packets of sugar. We eventually ran out of Equal packets and had to use Splenda. The game is pretty fun. Although, I think it would be tons more fun as a drinking game. I really sucked at, though. I lost with like 11 or 12 packets of sugar. Brian didn’t do that much better. Jason and Amber had an obvious advantage having played the game numerous times before. Anyway, Brian and I decided to play the categories on the way home from my parents’ house today. My parents live in Derby so we had a bit of time to play. I actually won the Mel Gibson movies category against Brian which is quite an accomplishment, considering he is a bigger movie buff than I am. I also almost won sci-fi movies category which really impressed the hell out of Brian. He thought that I would be stumped after three turns but we kept going for at least 15 turns. I lost when I said The Rocketeer because Brian challenged that the movie didn’t belong in the sci-fi category. I argued that the technology didn’t exist in the era the story is set and therefore it is science fiction. Brian didn’t buy my argument and since he is more knowledgeable about the subject than I am, I relented. Although, I just checked the IMDB (Internet Movie Database) web site and confirmed that the movie is classified as sci-fi also (among other genres) so I was right after all! Go me. I should’ve won that round, too! Speaking of challenges, we did Wichita apartment complexes as a category and Brian said Willowbend. I argued that the apartment complex is named Willow Creek and he insisted on being right and I insisted that we verify because I knew I was right. We actually had to take a slight detour before coming home. I was right, naturally. Ha! Ha! Ha! Too bad we didn’t make a wager.
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Racquetball Wager
Posted on December 28, 2004 by Ching under Games.
So Brian decided he’s going to continue playing racquetball with me despite his protestations yesterday. It may have had something to do with our post-racquetball conversation yesterday that went like this..
ME: If you hate racquetball so much then don’t play with me. It’s not like I force you to play.
BRIAN: I’ve told you numerous times that I don’t want to play and yet you make me anyway.
ME: If you don’t want to play racquetball with me, all you have to do is say so. I’ll find other people to play with. It’s just that it’s hard to find someone to play with because no one likes to play cut throat. They either want to play singles or doubles and we’re going to be one person short. If you’re going to be half-assed about it then I’d rather you didn’t play with me.
BRIAN: But if I don’t play with you, you’ll find some strapping, hot, young guy to play with and then you’ll leave me.
ME: That’s the idea.
I’m a horrible, horrible person – I know. LOL!
Just so you all know that I’m honest, I actually lost today. Which is why I’m sitting here blogging instead of still playing racquetball. At around eight o’clock, Brian and I were sitting at two wins each. He decides to bet me the last game that if he wins we quit playing and if I win we get to stay until nine o’clock.
He won the last game and so we had to cut the two-hour racquetball session that I had schedule short. But he only won because he hit my left boob with the racquetball and it hurt like a bitch.
ME: Son of a bitch! (as I grab my left breast to ease the pain; Brian thinks it’s hilarious and can’t stop laughing) Dude, it hurts! I may never be able to breast-feed. It’s not funny! I think it’s swollen! (Brian starts laughing even harder)
BRIAN: Enjoy it before it shrinks back to its regular size!
How can anyone concentrate on playing a serious game after that? That is BS! That is cheating. We’re supposed win based on our own physical, racquetball prowess. Psychological warfare isn’t allowed! Ugh. You can always count on Brian to cheat. He goes, “I’ll win however I can.”
And that’s fine. At least I’m not the one who’s shaving my balls.
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Racquetball was a Bust
Posted on December 17, 2004 by Ching under Games.
Racquetball was a bust naturally. I intended to play for two and half hours. Of course, I would be playing with Brian alone so I had my doubts.
I won the first game. As in, totally whooped his ass. Second game, Brian won 16-14. I gave it to him. I didn’t want him to feel impotent or anything. Third game, I won again. He was totally whooped.
Brian decides he is out of breath and has had enough. Typical. He sits in the corner while I play by myself, just hitting the ball against the wall. I have him count how many times I can hit the ball against the wall without messing up.
Just so you all know, I’m not really any good at racquetball so I can barely break six on this silly play-by-yourself-because-Brian-is-too-tired-to-play-with-you game. It’s really boring and stupid and I hate it. I hate that he gets tired so easily.
So I get totally bored and I figure that he’s had enough rest so I tell him, if I can get to 15 he must get up and play with me again. Brian, assuming perhaps that I wouldn’t be able to do it, readily agrees. I fail several times, barely even getting to 10, but I persevere. I get to 12 finally and almost mess up but I recover and get all the way to 24. Go me! Brian doesn’t have a choice but to start playing again.
At least, his word is good.
He’s all grumpy and whiny as he gets up. We hadn’t even resumed playing again and he’s already whining about wanting to go eat at Chipotle (his favorite place to eat these days) and stuff. It’s barely even 8:00 pm, mind you! Our court reservation was from 7:00 to 9:30 pm. In my frustration and utter complacency, I challenge him to a bet.
Overwhelmed by my own misplaced cockiness I go, “You win this game and we’re done. You won’t have to play anymore.”
“Eat at Chipotle?” he asks, with as much excitement as he can muster. If you’ve ever met Brian, you know that he’s not the most expressive person. It’s like getting excited almost takes too much energy. He is the antithesis of me. I say this because everyone knows, I am highly excitable. I’m all the way to the right of the periodic table, trust me.
“Sure. You can do whatever you want.” I was oozing with arrogance. I oozed it like a brand new tube of toothpaste. I’m soo evil!
Anyway, big mistake!
After the first couple of rallies, I knew I was in trouble. Yes, you heard me right. Brian freakin’ rallied! He was all over the place, returning almost every freakin’ hit. I was flabbergasted! Whoa! Where did this come from?
“Why don’t you ever play like this normally? You’re so much more fun to play with when you play this way.” I egged him on, and I shouldn’t have. I was down, but all I could think of was – wow, this is so much fun! I thought to myself, even if I lose it would be worthwhile because he’s ten times more fun to play with when he plays this way. Of course, I was still of the belief that I could catch up at any time and whoop his ass.
Needless to say I lost. And then it wasn’t so amusing anymore. I must’ve given Brian one of those evil glares that I am known for because he goes, “What?”
“I wanted the game to be more challenging, but I didn’t want to fuckin’ lose!” Ugh! I will get him next time. Now that I know how to motivate him to play, we’re going to have so much fun from now on!
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