Columbus Hotel Room Showdown

Here we are. Fungster put his leftovers from the BBQ place in the fridge. Now, every time we open the fridge, it smells like someone farted.

The amazing farting fridge.

Before dinner, we met Zak's son. He was terrified as we stepped from the car. Primal screams wracked his body. Tears streamed down his face as he saught solace in his mother's arms.

As in another great war, Lincoln says fight with a blind seven, his memorial says blind nil.
Now we fight.

Moshdawgs win game 49! 569 - 223!

Day 1 - 1:15 am

Game 1 of the current series is over. Moshdawgs win, 569 to 223. Moshdawgs went 10 in the third hand and it didn't go their way. However, the Remix took too many overbooks during the game and two crucial blind 7s by the Moshdawgs put them back into the lead. The Remix wasn't able to give the Moshdawgs enough overbooks at the end to prolong the game, and so the Moshdawgs draw first blood.

Other observations - we have a lovely hotel room, with a suite for playing spades and a separate room for sleeping. We've got a fridge and a microwave to store & heat snacks. Which has caused a bit of a problem - Fung brought some BBQ leftovers back from the restaurant today, and since the fridge is rather small, it has been reported to "smell like ass" everytime its opened. It's also freaking cold in here, but Fung anticipated that and has his sweats on to compensate.

On to game 2...

Day 1 -11pm

Took Zak home for a dinner. Poor Thomas was terrified of these 3 new people he'd never seen before. So we didn't hang out there for too long. Had some BBQ dinner with Jeni, went back to pick up Zak, drove back to the hotel, which is right in yuppieville. Drinks are being poured, cards being pulled out. It's time.

Day 1 - 6:30 PM

The gang is all together. All checked in. Wireless internet working. Now for some dinner, then we will come back and get it all started!

Day 1 - 5pm

An hour out. That is, if people weren't driving like assholes. Or so says Drew. Now we're behind asshole #2. Why are you in this lane? I hate every fuck who drives in this state... Oh, here we go, this guys pulling over. Just in time for that truck to pull into the fast lane! Ugh. I just want some open road... And why is the clock in this car not digital? I don't want to have to think to figure out the time... Dead deer - how sad... The hot chick knew to move out of the way...

Now passing thru Vienna...oh, the heaven of three lanes. Now look at this guy - oh I'm in this lane coz I'm going the speed limit, which is what you should be doing...

I'd better stop, he'll keep going. We're listening to music on his iPhone and it is often interrupted slightly when a message comes into the phone. Hilarious.

Day 1 - 4:30 pm