Saturday, June 04, 2005
Wine, Beer, Scrabble, Treachery
Lucinda and her husband are coming over for dinner and to play Scrabble tonight. They are very good at the game. They swear that they don't practice this diversion. In fact they claim that the only time they play it is when they come over here, or are on vacation.
But the son-in-law always, always wins. Lucinda generally comes in second. Poor old Lucy and Niks struggle not to be the one who comes in dead last. I think the son-in-law has memorized all the three letter words that are in the Scrabble Dictionary. I mean really. I'm not going to stoop to that level. Besides, I don't have his memory. He probably read the darn list once, and then it was his forever.
Now, if you've read Lucinda's blog, you know that she can get a little tipsy on occasion. So can the son-in-law, but it never impairs his game skills. (Actually he never seems to get tipsy when they are here, just at their annual backyard family picnic.) I'm thinking that tonight I might have to get them flat-out zonked if I ever hope to win a Scrabble game against them. Their favorite beer is Beck's. My refrigerator is now FULL of the stuff. I'm just going to keep on pouring until I get them to lose their concentration. They are both thin to the point of being skinny, so I figure five beers (or less) each will do it. But I'm prepared with an entire case of booze. We've got empty bedrooms. They can sleep it off here. No danger of drunken driving.