Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Don't You Realize the Things We Did Were All For Real, Not a Dream?

Day 6: a song that reminds you of somewhere

Once upon a time, I was unbeatable at Egyptian/European War/Rat Slap/Screw/Fuck/War.

You know. That one card game where you hit things.

Sean and I were sitting at a picnic table on a cliffside of Mount Shilthorn in Switzerland, looking down into a valley of cows and rainbows. Shit was pritty.

We played like, a fucking twelve hour game of E/E W/R S/S/F/W or something, drank no less than four bottles of wine and passed the hell out. The next morning we were both sure we'd won the previous nights game.

After a full day of bickering and a return to our hostel, Muffy demanded we play a second game to determine, once and for all, who was more bad ass at childish card games. Also, she wanted to prove herself worthy.

She was out quickly. Sean and I battled for hours, drinking mug after mug of mountaintop beer.

Things got interesting. Shit got wagered.

I won, of course. Proud new owner of a small Swiss Army Knife (guess where he got that), a red Zippo emblazened with Che Guevara (lame, I know, but it was important to him so it was important to me) and the crowning jewel: a glowing, vintage ELO belt buckle.

Oh, and his belt. I totally made him wear rope for a day while we hiked up the mountain. I fluttered about the valley and sang sweet, nostalgic, doo-woppy nothings to butterflies and waterfalls and a herd of shaggy Swiss ponies while he scowled from the rocks ahead, constantly dragging up his pants.




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3 comments:

Jane said...

Thank you for reminding me of how much I used to love (and kick ass at) that game.

I haven't played in years. Now I must find someone to play with. :)

DiaryofWhy said...

Oh man, I love ELO. Reminds me of my sophomore year of college.

Logical Libby said...

There's a card game where you hit people? We would NOT allow that in Utah.