Something to be Proud of

Memorial Day weekend rather snuck up on me this year.  As a result, it’s quite easy to look back and pick out that one shining moment of spectacular social interaction.

Sunday night my friend called suggesting the Boy and I go out to a certain bar known for having more beer on the menu than anywhere else, but never having what you want in stock.  We spent about an hour being terribly excited about this opportunity for not being lame.  Then my friend called back and said everyone else going had bailed, so could we hang out closer to home?

Sure, even though that’s a little lamer.

Then she suggested perhaps we could play some cards whilst we drank. 

I find cards terribly dull.  The only possible response was to suggest Scrabble instead.  And then I knew she and her boyfriend are wonderful friends who I must never lose touch with, because they had actually been thinking Scrabble as well and only suggested cards as a vehicle from which to barter up to complete and abject dorkiness.

And thus, we ended up meeting at a divey bar in between Boy’s place and my friends’ place, packing Scrabble in a grocery bag.

You would think this would make us the dorkiest people in the bar.  Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), the group of guys sitting next to us was involved in a deep conversation about “charisma points” (is this D&D?  Magic?  I don’t know, but I assure you, it’s not cool in the typical sense).  They also clearly coveted our Scrabble, asking if the bar provided and then expressing blatant admiration at our cleverness in bringing it along.

Yes, we were clearly some of the more socially acceptable people in the bar that night.

Until someone raised an eyebrow at one of my words and I shouted, “Don’t question me!  I’ve played more computer Scrabble than you ever will!”