‘Twas Phil’s choice last night, and he chose pizza at Slices again.
I know that this experience is supposed to be enlightening and refining the palate in some ways, but there’s something comforting in a good slice of Western style pizza, without any kind of mayonnaise on it and the like.
Before we set out, I looked at Mike and Phil. “Okay, same rules apply as at USJ: no DS, no PSP, no game consoles of any sort.” I don’t know why it bugs me, but whenever they pull out their game stuff I find it anti-social and borderline rude. “This goes for you, too,” I said to Jacob, “no reading.”
Maybe it’s a boy thing; I guess I just find it hard to believe that we can’t all find something to talk about.
After dinner, it was declared that we should play Munchkin. I think playing with Jacob is far worse than playing against Yoss; I mean, Yoss doesn’t have himself a whole organization created against him. FAJA, or Filipinos Against Jacob Association, added a new member last night: Phil. We reasoned that his name, and the fact that Jacob screwed him on one of his turns, was enough to induct him into our ranks.
At one point, Mike was helping me against something like a Level 14 monster, right? And Phil decided to make it interesting and somehow, after all the cards were laid out, it ended up being Level 40. You’d think we were screwed, but Jacob, in a moment of weakness or wine, still not sure about it, decided he would help us, too. Now it was a matter of finding out if we could make it out of this one.
After some careful cards and planning, we totally did. We were pretty proud of ourselves.
I almost won; but Munchkin would not be Munchkin without a little jack-assery committed.
It made me miss our own games quite a lot, actually. I really hope to make it home in December so we can play.
And maybe if Al wins, we can get ice cream. 
