Where does the good go

Archive for May, 2007

The media, the media

Monday, May 28th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Wolfowitz blames…or waaa my vagina hurts.

If I had a Scrabble blog…

Monday, May 28th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

I would call it “”

I would write about bingoing with the word oogonia to open a game against Fisch, getting him to call a bad challenge, then pluralizing it to bingo again even though the word is not pluralizable.

I would publish It's like I don't even know how to lose the picture of the board.

I would write about deciding that I was good enough to try playing at a local club. I’d describe how I left my office at 6, so that I could walk to the East Side and make it to the club in time for the freestyle games and the tutorial for new players. The walk was longer than I expected and about half-way there I became nervous about playing poorly or committing some faux pas or being less than gracious in victory or defeat. By the time I made it to the block, I was definitely not going in. But then I would have walked thirty minutes and 27 blocks for nothing, and if there’s one thing I hate more than making a fool of myself, it’s exercise for no good reason. So I took a deep breath, walked in the lobby, signed in at the front desk, took the elevator upstairs, found the room and entered. There was an old couple playing with the fancy tiles Fisch only lets me use when I’m playing with him. I saw the organizer, a dude I’d seen on TV…or in a movie and read about in a book.
There was a teenage boy helping to set up. I sat down in a chair and waited. After about…um…one minute or so, I bolted. Took the elevator back down, signed out and ran into the street screaming to the arms of sweet, sweet poker.

If I had a Scrabble blog I’d write about playing six different people at a friend’s beachhouse this weekend and beating them all by 80 points or more. One girl quit after three turns in near tears. Vee was probably the best player I faced, he managed to play a fake bingo on me: desoling and amassed the most points against me. I took it out on Pee though and scored almost 600 points to his 124 — and that’s counting the fake word I let him play on me, so that I could bingo on the triple with Machines. Another girl said that she “never plays with challenges” and then put down the word drei and told me “it’s the German word for three.” I laughed. And then said get that shit off my board.
The last guy I played had been jonesing to get a game with me because one time he got a Scrabble score of 543 and he plays in a league in the Village. “I’m going to so crush you!” He said as he sat down. I bingoed on my first turn and that was that.
By the game’s end, he said that what he meant was “I’m going to hold you to under 400 points.”
Since I only scored 386 to his 102, he succeded. But he still did this at the end:
The finger

If I had a Scrabble blog, I would write about how when I came home I was gushing with news of my Scrabble dominance to my one-time Scrabble tutor. Instead of my well-deserved praise and
congratulations, I was met with “you’re used to winning are you? I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” And then he promised to crush me. Instead, I lost the first match in a 7 point squeaker and then brutalized him in the second game to the point where he threw in his tiles, shook his head and said “I cannot win.” I might also mention that I found the word snorkel, played it using all my tiles AND Fisch challenged it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I think I messed up his head with that oogonias stuff…I’m going to have to play open racks with him to rebuild his confidence.

If I had a Scrabble blog, I’d point out that I watched Akeelah and the Bee for the third tonight and I could totally take that Dylan kid.

Alas, I don’t. So, all these things will go unrecorded in the annals of Dawn Summers history.

Conversation of the Day

Sunday, May 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Vee: Do you have that ‘to the left, to the left’ song on your ipod?
Me: Yes! (Plays song)
Pee: Can we hear it again?
Me: YES!


Friday, May 25th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Wishing for the days when I was hating on people with Memorial Day plan rather than being in charge of coming up with them for a party of four on the Friday of.

Current mood

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

We hate people with memorial day plans.

The one explains the other

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Yesterday’s Quote of the Day: “Hey, no one asked me why that guy wanted to punch me in the face!” – Karol

Tied for Conversation of Today:

Karol: You should play in a Scrabble club.
Me: I know! I’m going today.
Karol: That’s so gay.

Me: I only want to play poker tonight, if it goes horribly at the Scrabble club.
Karol: It’s not going to go horribly. Your Scrabble play is much better than your poker play these days.
Me: Dude. I’m not that good at Scrabble.
Karol: I’m going to let my silence speak for itself…what? I’m just being honest.

Dawn’s Eureka moment

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Anyway, when she brings the Jameson’s, I have two drinks and only one cup holder.
ONE CUPHOLDER! TWO DRINKS….whatever will I do!!!
(Are you getting chills? This must be what Newton felt when the apple fell on his head!!!)

Read the rest and much much more.

Gambling: the cause of and solution to all our problems

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Just the other day I was thinking about how much I hate cheap people.
I don’t mean thrifty people or bargain hunters — that’s fine and good and I wish I had that kind of discipline. I mean the schmuck that goes out with a group for drinks and dinner and conveniently forgets that they shared in the wine or shorts the pot (umm…or whatever nonpoker term is applicable in this instance) for tips and tax, like the freeloading wastes of life that they are.
In my life, I’ve been very lucky to be surrounded by extremely generous people, especially when I was poor fish in a very wealthy pond as a teenager.
As I’ve grown up…er…older…and make a little bit more cheddar than the average bear, I’ve tried to pay that kindness forward, if not back. Right up until the point where I feel taken advantage of and then vaffles!
But reading Pauly’s blog today, I found the most awesome solution to beat the deadbeats!

On Tuesday, I lost at credit card roulette. I went out to dinner at Chat & Chew near Union Square with Spaceman, Rachel, Derek, and F Train. I asked Derek and F Train if they wanted to treat our out of town guests and play some credit roulette in the process. They agreed and we fanned out our three cards for the waiter to pick. Alas, our very gay waiter took mine as I screamed, “D’oh!”

How great is that??

Note to self

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Although the cherry car freshner does smell nice, you are allergic to it. And the last thing your driving needs is incessant sneezing.

Time, time, is on your side

Thursday, May 24th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

60 year old gives birth to twins.

The psychologist who gave birth to twin boys at age 60 said Thursday she was on a mission to let women know they have choices.