Monopoly

I know this is cheesy, but today is our 8 month anniversary. Eight months! It actually feels much longer than that. It's almost hard to remember what it was like when we were dating.

I wanted to do something fun tonight, but I've had a rough week with my CFS so we didn't want to go out. I talked Frank into playing Monopoly with me. I used to love playing Monopoly with my mom when I was growing up, but tonight didn't bring back the fond memories. Tonight brought a slow, agonizing, death in the form of bankruptcy.

Frank got an early lead by snapping up all four railroads, along with Boardwalk and Park Place. I didn't have a single monopoly until I talked him into selling me Mediterranean Avenue, making me the queen of the slum district. I put four houses on each one, but he never even landed on them. He sailed right past them every time, picking up his $200 when he passed "GO". Insufferable man.

I mortgaged all my property, one at a time. I was actually HAPPY when I landed in jail. That's when you know the game isn't going your way.

In the end, it was Boardwalk that finished me off. It was terrible. Terrible. He was counting up his $500 bills while I counted my one dollar bills - until there weren't any left.

So my idea of a fun evening didn't turn out quite how I planned, and I realized something very important. When you play Monopoly, it is guaranteed that only ONE person is going to have a good time.

Tonight, unfortunately, it was not me.

Well, at least he feels terrible for beating me in such a humiliating fashion, so he's being extremely nice. It may turn out to my advantage after all :)