I have a new sofa and chair. Yes, yesterday I got furniture. It's like I'm a real adult or something. Best of all, they're these cool retro things straight out of a 1970s rec room. Photos will be forthcoming, because I know you care.
Photos are forthcoming instead of forthalreadyhere because the sofa and its satellite are currently sitting on the back of a pickup truck in my sister's shop. I borrowed the truck to go get my new sit-on-able friends, and I haven't had a chance to conscript my equally sit-on-able brother-in-law to help lug them up into my digs.
I know I said that their cool retro-ocity was the bit that was best of all, but another bit that is also best of all is the price. You have that much in your pocket right now, even if you aren't wearing pants (which, given what I've heard about you, is highly likely). Why spend actual money on furniture when you can just stumble across an ad online for a sofa that needs a new home? No reason, that's why!
After the epic adventure that poets shall later call The Getting Of The Sofa And The Chair came the slightly less epic adventure that the poets are still discussing a name for but are leaning toward something like The Shopping For Games With Erin. (The poets welcome your suggestions on postcards.)
During the adventure of The Shopping For Games With Erin, I bought nothing. I think I was still too high on my sofa-for-nada to spoil the day with the exchange of funds for goods. The main goal of the excursion was to check out games for future Nerd Nights, and she picked up a couple of card games: Mille Bourne and My Word. (Links are to descriptions on boardgamegeek.com.)
We later played the games over dinner at Boston Pizza, and had more fun than the rest of the people in the restaurant. (I know, because I had them fill out a survey.)
But all this talk of sofas and games has missed the mostest funnest thing of the night. The mostest funnest thing of the night was Erin's other purchase: a duck puppet. I will call him Quackers for the sake of this story, but for all I know his name is Waddles, Roderick, or most likely something that has InterCapiTals and ends in ®.
Quackers is a puppet that talks. Or rather, he sings. Sure, the only word he knows is “quack” but he's quite versatile with it. As you open and close Quackers' bill, he quacks out a tune. Words cannnot do justice to the hilarious joy of seeing Quackers' in action, but a movie can:
Sing, Quackers! Sing! [1.1MB MOV]
Quackers needs a record deal, and he needs it now.
