This entry was posted on Thursday, September 14, 2006 10:06 PM and is filed under Family.
Tonight I played Scrabble with my wife. She put down the word "stang". Her sentence: "the bee stang me". Dang. I thought I married a smart girl from Ohio.
Ten years ago, I was at "Jumping Bean Cafe" in Pilsen (Mexican neighborhood in Chicago). Some guy comes in off the street and shouts, "anybody want to play Scrabble?" He got a couple of takers. I wish I could hang out somewhere where strangers were that up for anything.
I took the kids to McDonald's today. Finding no empty tables in the play area, I shared a table with two strangers. We all hit it off, and had some interesting conversation. They weren't strangers who were up for anything, but close enough.
I'd like to go into a bar and yell "anybody up for a game of Scrabble?" But I won't. At 36, I still live in fear of rejection.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006 5:57 PMChristina wrote:
OMG! My sisters and best friends went to the Jumping Bean all the time! I made plans to go with them several times, but even when we were right in front of the place we somehow always managed to get distracted.
I love down for anything strangers.Ive been known to spew nonsense from time to time...
On one particular trip to Chinatown with my best friend, I just said in this really grandiose tone "Good Evening" and I like bowed and curstied and shite.Not an invitation for Scrabble, but just some wierd shite I've done. Reply to this
