Smart Ass and Fun with the Bomb
We gathered at Tara‘s for this meet and met her new family addition Luka, a little cutie. Congrats to the Spence crowd from all of us. Gill was absent as she has just delivered her bundle of joy, Lincoln, born on July 4 – Congrats to the Wilsons!
Smart Ass was anyone’s game at the end – Louise sped off and beat everyone to the end zone, but was caught up by Rob after he spent the first 3/4 of the game loitering around the first quadrant. It could have gone either way, but Rob made it to the donkey’s bottom first. Louise soon followed, then it was a hard fought battle for third place with Genelle taking the 25 points. Poor El Prez never made it past the first quarter of the track due to the luck of the dice making him repeatedly land on “kick ass” (move backwards 3).
Pass the Bomb was a laugh a minute from the beginnning, and was won in fine style by Mark who didn’t take a single blast. He credits some of his success to sitting downstream from El Prez who amassed an impressive collection of bomb blasts by having his words rejected, querying the decisions, and having the bomb go off in mid discussion. Louise was plagued by mental blocks – she claimed she was too tired. Second and third placings were determined by a tie breaker bomb-off betwen Tara and Genelle.
Jordan, who turned up straight from work looking very dapper, unfortunately WHP, as did Thomas senior. So now Rob has regained the top spot, but only by 35 points, easily within reach of being overtaken again by Louise or Tara. We’ll see.
Well thanks everyone for a fun night marred only by repetitive bad luck of his royal roundness, El prez himself, who is supposed be setting a fine example of how to play board games with clever play and reasonable success. Rob counselled the fallen ogre of obesity on the way home with comments like “The problem is that you’re half deaf!” Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, he steps out of Rob’s car onto an untied shoelace and falls over, rolling like a giant cheese wheel across Rob’s front lawn! Rob comes running over and says,”Gee I wish I’d videoed that!” Followed by “Are you alright?” Charming.
In my defence – I deny making the “wish I’d videoed that” comment before ascertaining that El Prez was in one piece with no broken bones. …but it was odd that he alighted from my front seat and promptly disappeared from view – no mean feat for a large man. Please ensure shoelaces are tied in future!
Thanks Rob. Can’t wait for summer, then I can leave my shoelaces at home and wear my sandals instead!