We headed out to a Munchkin game night, after I got home from work and took a shower. Looked for a while like only a handful of sixteen year old boys would show, but one older guy joined us, and ND arrived late- due to a pizza mishap, so we barricaded the table, and played just adults, at Munchkin Impossible. Great writing and art on the cards, very witty and silly. A well designed game. We mostly played cooperatively the first round. I won in a last minute gush of luck. Then the knives came out. And I won again. I also got to wear a Shooty Hat. (Not a real hat, just a card, but a Russian, American Triple agent (not telling my other loyalty) can imagine.)
For my birthday present, I am going to take ukulele lessons. No, don't wish me any happys yet, it's not til next month. But we tend to refer to non-utilitarian personal outlays as occasion presents. Keeps us from feeling guiltily indulgent. This is a long neglected corner of my life. I do want to play a bit, and I'm getting nowhere on my own. Maybe I can still so clearly remember a violin teacher when I was a kid, who was more interested in my being able to hold the instrument between my chin and clavicle than getting me excited about the music. I wound up with a bruised chin, and a sense that I had no talent. While resenting him for assuming I would ever want to be a concert violinist before I could get a good tone from the bow on strings.
Moby loves the new arrangement. When we are both here, he hops up to sit beside us.