Blocks at a Party

Well lets be clear on the situation. The "party" in question was a gathering of... oh I don't know... 15 people? In a basement, with a ping pong table, some cups, some brewz, some baseball (the Mets were being broadcast... much to the chagrin of the entire room, I'd hope), but still, this was an "alcoholic event"... so why the blocks? Because blocks are fun, duh.

It all started when we walked into the "party" and realized that we would be the only people present not on the table. Everyone had been there since 7 pm. I mean come on. At 7 pm I was in my living room doing a Yoga routine that consisted of improvising dance movements. I was water. I was fire. Home Alone 4: The Hippie Sagas. It truly was a Home Alone situation, for while I was transforming into one of the Earth's majestic elements a man was in our home setting up my mother's new computer. I went outside to entertain Jackson with a good game of fetch (Jackson is a dog, though I'd do the same with my little brother), and when I re-entered my home, the computer man was gone! Talk about some Twilight Zone type shit. Vanished without a trace.

Needless to say, when my two gal-pals and I arrived in the basement, following some difficulty finding the house (we'd only been there about 15 times), the pong situation was quite intense. So much so that we thought we had no hope of making it into the competition. So out came the blocks.

I can't take credit for starting this game, that wouldn't be fair. My best friend found the bin and began to build away. She really did create a master-piece, a Taj-Mahal type structure. See Facebook for proof! Then my architect friend joined in on the fun, and boy did she do a good job. I mean this was a real life Tetris thang she had going, can you imagine?! It was majestic. And then there was my structure. I'll stick to writing. Unless anyone would like to speak now and advice me to do otherwise.

Its important to be creative. Don't just sit around and watch others have a good time. Make your own fun.

Yes I ended up playing a game of pong. Lets not talk about how it went. I won't be posting a video, maybe someday, but this basement's ceiling is quite low and the table is quite long and it just wouldn't be a fair record of my excellent skillz. I ain't exaggerating, ask anyone! (But don't I'd like to keep this mysterious).

Moral of the story? Never stop playing games. Keep your mind working. "Imagination" - SpongeBob SquarePants. You know the drill.

The thing is, I really do mean this in all seriousness. I could elaborate, eloquently. I'm just not in the mood to lecture.

Peace, Love, and Blocks at a Party.