Last night in Athens was a blast. I got to see a some old friends, a few of which I haven't seen together in years. I also got to meet two of their significant others. Everyone got along, and before long we were all giving each other shit like old friends. After dinner and downtown drinks, one of the couples split off to get some alone time. The rest of us went back to the apartment to get gloriously hammered while playing a non-poker card game called "Apples to Apples." The game is simple enough for children, but damn, it's fun. Add some PG-13 nudity, a few embarrassing stories and a lot of laughing, and we all had a great time.
The only real downer was that one of our number was bedridden with a fever. She was missed.
I love my friends.
(OK, fine. I'll stop pointing the guns at you.)
The only real downer was that one of our number was bedridden with a fever. She was missed.
I love my friends.
(OK, fine. I'll stop pointing the guns at you.)