Playing with those three was immensely fun; people even came in from the party-on-deck outside to see what we were laughing about. But, at some point early on in the game, my evil, overly competitive snarky inner bi-atch surfaced, and I found myself saying the craziest things. And I noticed I was saying them, but I couldn't or wouldn't stop. I won't detail them here, because that would be like saying them out loud all over again, and I don't think any of them were very nice and should not have been put out into the universe. I like snarky humour as much as the next person, but from a comedian, on stage, who does it for a living. I really don't like getting that way when I play crazy board games, or when I'm drinking a bit and playing board games, which was probably part of the problem, you know, that losing-your-inhibitions thing that happens when alcohol soaks into your brain. I really didn't know any of those people well enough to be that snarky. I now have post-snarky regret clouding my brain and making me feel sorry for myself ... all day ... ruining my Sunday. I'm doing this to myself, snap out of it, SELF!
Now that I'm rethinking the whole episode, maybe snarky-Alice wasn't as extremely horrible as I recall, because the other three people kept playing and playing and playing for more than a hour, and we laughed altogether quite a lot; and I was actually the one who broke up the crokinole session ... when my flicking-finger started to get too sore. Ah, self-doubt, what would a post-party, blue-day, Sunday, last day of weekend, deep low-pressure system sort of day be without you? Blergh.
On days like today, I need to find my own "Ego Kevin" to achieve homeostasis ("look it up: wikipedia it" LOL).
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