April 24, 2001
Rob's House
I was sure Dwight was coming across the table to pummel Rob. I don't know why, I was sitting at the far end of the table, minding my own business, but I think it had something to do with Rob calling for a misdeal during a game of Jacks, Trips. Apparently Rob had his hand dealt to the left of Mark, and suspected he was being setup. Dwight seeing no harm done, and having just witnessed Bryan's feeble attempt to deal seven hands, thought we should just continue. As I say, I was too far from the action to know for sure if this is correct, but I do know, I get excited imagining Dwight's left hand on Rob's neck, while the right pounds his face.
Dwight (before the assault) with "Mel Gibson, but less hair."
The night started with Rob and me debating about how many pizzas to buy. We have this discussion every time a game is at one our houses, and you would think that after twenty years, we'd have this riddle solved. Knowing there were four pizza eaters, I brought two large. Somewhere mid way through our meal, Rob checked the boxes, and decided two large would feed five and indicated I should make a note of it so maybe we won't have this debate again. My mental note: two large feeds five as long as one of those five doesn't eat.
Dave, absent for many games returned with some interesting construction stories. Like a lobotomy, interesting if they happen to someone else. It would be tough to list them all but the job that was supposed to end in December, is still ongoing. The last excuse from the builder - he cant finish because he is in jail. Violated a restraining order. Another lame contractor excuse if you ask me. Details that have to be finished: gutters that direct water on your head, not to the downspout, a concrete slab for the entry way,and miscellaneous touch up jobs. Flashing around the chimney has been installed and that should stem the flow of water cascading onto the living room ceiling.
Rob & Mark
Another ghost sighting, Mark, who had missed about as many games as Dave. He had various ski vacations away from home, during the worst snow falls, leaving Jan to fend for herself. He couldn't rationalize any more time away, even a single evening spent with his former friends. I think his return did much to enrich Brian who struggled to stand, weighted down by his fat wallet. Now that he overconfident, we're ready to relieve him of the title to his Lincoln.
Mark's garage is still just a foundation but the builder (one that is not in jail) has promised to return by the end of the month and, I just heard from Mark today that they were finally back filling the foundation.
Overexposed, Rob holding Brian's winning ace, deuce.