Sunday, April 06, 2008

P-a-r-a-d-o-x (100 points on bingo)

If Big A and I seem all honeymoony and get called on it, I have to smile because, actually, we had a big fight while we were *on* our honeymoon. There we were playing Scrabble at the airport (and I was, typically, getting beaten) and then I found the following letters on my rack: p-a-y-m-e-e-t. There was an open “s” on the board and I could make bingo with “payment” if only I had an “n” instead of an “e.” Not that I was at all concerned. It was our honeymoon and Big A loves me. So, so, SO much. He’d let me sneak into the bag, no problem, right? Wrong.


Me said: But I’d let you if it were that important to you!

He said: (all preachy) “I love you, but I’m not going to let you cheat.” (Please note the charming way he insists on using the word “cheat” that I’m trying to gloss over.) Aww! This was his sweet, caring way of saying, Baby, I love winning this unrecorded game more than I love you.


So when we found Scrabulous on Facebook, I thought it was perfect—for him because I couldn’t try to wheedle him into letting me replenish my rack, for me because I could consult the OSPD any damn time I wanted. Except that in the intervening years, something miraculous happened. (Either that or residency has really worn him out.) Big A is the only Scrabulous partner I’ve beaten. Thrice. He didn’t even challenge a couple of my shoddily constructed double plays when we switched to “Challenge mode.”

Back then, popular counsel was that if he didn’t let me scam at Scrabble on our honeymoon, it ain’t ever happening. Man, were they wrong :). Hope floats; love grows.

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* Yes, okay, alright; keep moving. There really is no paradox here; just my attempt to warp a la Morissette.

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2 comments:

ZenDenizen said...

Scrabulous has taken on a life of its own. Yahoo's Literati is the same thing but I've never heard anyone talk about it.

maya said...

I'll try literati and report back to you...

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