Game night

This weekend my roommate cousin, Elisabeth, is out of town.

When the roomie is away Nikki will play. This is so not true.

Somehow Ebeth and I have become a pair and thus to hang out with people we tend to be together. With her gone I feared I would do nothing all weekend. TOTES NOTHING.

But au contraire . . . I made my own plans.

This morning as I sat on the couch for the fifth day in a row home 'sick,' I realized I had to do something. Thus I made contact with Maria Maria. And we set a plan to get together at my place for dessert, wine and a movie. Furthermore I contacted another friend, Britta whom also found the invite appealing and accepted.

I cleaned. I dusted my dresser. I combed the rug. I febreezed the couch.

As I sat down to eat my Chef Boyardi Spaghetti and Meatballs from a can, I got a text insinuating that we change our plans.

Incroyable!

I have a problem you see, a complex if you will. I like plans, and I like them to be unaltered. I see it as a flaw in myself, an inability to be accommodating. Regardless these changes throw me off balance. I get testy and rude. Often I refuse to go along with the new set of plans and politely decline, while internally . . . I am seething.

However, this evening I responded a bit different. My initial response was of course, no. The new plans were to go play games at an individual's apartment whom I did not know. It would entail me taking the el and walking a very, very long distance to North Park campus (a place at which I try to avoid) to go to a seminarian's apartment to play games. I could hardly relish the thought!

Though meeting new people and engaging in small talk is one of my top phobias. Alas, I stopped for a moment and thought to myself that this was something I should do. After all there was no harm in getting out a bit and meeting some new folk.

But oh that walk. Too dangerous. And I fresh off the strep. Simply not wise. But maybe if Britta would pick me up . . . yes.

So there you have it. I preceded with these new plans. I even put forth some effort and allowed myself to have fun. Sadly I cannot say that the evening was full of pow, bang, flash, firework, kaboom excitement. But it was still a rather enjoyable time with some nice people, yogurt covered pretzels, and a game of Scene It.

And who doesn't love yogurt covered pretzels!