A Tradition Like No Other
People on the street are always asking me questions like, “Jim, first off, you certainly are physically attractive, but what the heck is game night all about?”, or “Why can’t you talk to me on Wednesdays? What could be so important to keep us apart? Don’t leave me!!”. Well folks, let me tell you. Wednesdays around here are occupied by a little something called game night. It all started last fall when I moved in with my brother, John. I soon became acquainted with Tone and Luda, two swell chaps who are now friends of mine. The national phenomenon now known as “Game Night” began innocently enough with the four of us meeting to play video games and ordering some Domino’s pizza. We had no idea of the tremendous impact this simple session of camaraderie and console gaming would eventually have. We were kids, just trying to have a good time, never intending to unleash this amazing discovery upon an unsuspecting general public. Gradually, changes were made to improve game night. Wal-Mart signed on as an official sponsor, supplying us with Little Hug brand fruit drinks. John started baking cookies, and Game-Fly shipped us the video games we needed. It was a sweet gig. Of course, not everything was sunshine and baked goods on Onyx Circle. I could write a book about what happened behind the scenes, but not now, because I’m still under contract. For the most part, my experiences as one of the founding members of game night have been pleasant ones, and I have few complaints. Is meeting once a week to play video games easy? No. Are there times when I can barely muster the strength to pick up a controller? Of course there are. So why do I do it? Why do I risk everything just to watch Jeopardy and play Monkey Target 2 week in and week out? Because somebody has to. This is the kind of perseverance and dedication it takes to keep a family together and strong. There have been rough times, and each one of us has missed at least one game night, but we still return. There are no hard feelings, no grudges for the prodigal player. Just grab a slice of pizza and sit on the couch while we ostracize you for your insolence, you jerk. You think you can miss game night, do you!? So let me salute John, Tone and Luda for all the hard work. It is you kings of game night, you monarchs of Wednesdays, you princes of electronic competition that make this family function properly. But seriously, if you fail to reach me on a Wednesday, I’m sorry, it’s not my fault. This tradition has captured my heart (and they threatened to torture me last time I glanced towards my phone).
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little hug brand fruit drinks…. love it.
you totally need to write a book. i’m thinking something that i was talking about with taryn, ‘the fairborn experience’. about all the crazies (especially her input from the crackheads at her apartment complex). totally. you should do it :-p
So you’re saying Tone needs to spice up game night a bit? I agree. The group just doesn’t have the spark lately.
I think I like game nights just as much as you do. Its a special time every week when I know that I can kick back, relax, have dinner w/ a friend, read a book and/or watch a chick flick. Keep up the game night!
Tone needs to spice up game night? I vote for Tone arriving at the Tobe’s wearing nothing but a new permed hairdo and a smile.
I never said anything about game night needing a spark from Tone or anyone. But, now that Anne’s suggestion is out there, we might as well just run with it.
Fine.
I’ll perm, but damnit I better see more of John, if you get my whiff.