Your Humble Blogger is back from a lovely week-long vacation with old college buddies and their spouses and children. Twenty-five of us in a magnificently idiosyncratic ramshackle house in Vermont. There was kite-flying, canoeing, playground trips, swimming, pedal-boating, frisbee-tossing, bubble-blowing. Cooking and dishwashing. Games, games, games: Dominion, Word-O-Rama, Clue, the Name Game, poker, Botticelli, Martian Fluxx, Dixit, Categories, Once Upon a Time, Shakespearean Charades, Guillotine. Others played bridge, Magic: The Gathering, other kinds of Fluxx, the Bean game. I’m forgetting some, I’m sure, and there were likely games that started after I went to bed (or while I was playing something else, or at the playground). And there were still, I would guess, more games brought and left unplayed than we played: I know I didn’t get to play Carcasonne or the Princes of Florence or Pandemic or Milles Bornes or Loot or Outpost or Apples to Apples, among the other ones in the big stack on the table. And I wanted to play Oh, Hell; I kept forgetting to get a gathering together.\n
One reason we all got along so well was that so many of us are games players. Not gamers, I’m afraid, which has a different connotation, but games players: we could be happy with Monopoly or Careers, playing The Minister’s Cat or Going on a Picnic (we did, in fact, go on a picnic and brought people with names from A through H and J, but not I, due to poor planning amongst Some People), playing Hearts or Bullshit, playing Settlers or El Caballero. While there certainly could be problems with that, as it turned out the week went very well indeed.\n
And now I am home again, jiggity jog, and find myself wanting to get another round of Botticelli together. I am thinking of a B.\n
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus<\/I>,
-Vardibidian.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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