Yawn! Last night, DH and I went to visit our computer-*** friends. I sat
down to a game of 'Age of Kings' at 9pm. We stumbled home at 4am. We got to bed
at 4.23am. DD came and asked for her breakfast at 6.19am.
Oddly, while I feel less than wonderful, I can actually keep my eyes open. But I
put the can opener in the fridge and mistakenly shut Miss Alice in the dunny!
I wonder how long that takes to wear off...?
The reason I'm posting is that *I* won the game of 'Age of Kings'!!! I
absolutely *thrashed* the rather obnoxious, opinionated young man who usually
wins! I sank his navy, flattened his castle and rained heated shot down upon his
gormless peasants! Hahahahahahahah!!!!!!
Prior to last... - er - this morning, this young man completely dismissed me as
a stout, aging housewife whose contribution to serious *** was 'just a
dabble'. He would sit about animatedly discussing *** strategies with the
other players (mostly University students - *undergraduates* at that!) and leave
me utterly out of the conversation. Well! Not this time!
Hohoho! I showed him good! This aging housewife utterly routed his army and sent
wave upon wave of stout horsepersons into his citadel, walloping his yeopersons
(Hi Gay!) and dinting his buildings. It felt great!
The best moment was when I sent in a Holy Father and converted his marketplace
to my religion! Heeheehee! Stops him from farming, trading and basically feeding
an army! The best he could summon up after that was a slew of little blokes
throwing *spears* against my heavy horsepersons! Gadflies!
After the game, DH reckons I was as puffed up as a toad, holding court along
with the post mortem of the game. Everyone wanted to know how I farmed so
successfully and managed to grow such a massive army. I smiled benignly and did
But I *did* gloat like a schoolgirl all the way home and for ages afterward,
until DH asked me nicely to shuddup and go to sleep. What a lovely time I'd had!
I just wanted to share the pleasant afterglow of annihilation with my dear
friends! Thanks for listening!
NB. DH didn't play: he doesn't like ***! Instead, he passed the pizza and Tim
Tam biscuits around very politely. And warned everyone that his DW isn't as
jolly as she looks!
Newcastle, NSW, Australia