Scrabble Night on the Eve of Independence Day
With the promise of a food-induced coma (the best kind of coma) compliments of Nisrin, Chris and I headed over to Luli's place for the 4th Edition of Scrabble night. Luli wasn't available on this night due to some business in Tunisia, of all places.
On the menu was Lebanese cuisine a la Nisrin. This was a rather revolutionary achievement given that for the past nine months, Nisrin has been better known for her culinary blunders. Also, on tap was another impending domination of Scrabble by Annika.
We arrived to the sweet smell of Lebanese Orange Chicken and something else carrying a name I can neither pronounce nor spell. Within minutes, the table was plated and pots of piping hot goodness were set down. Full points should be awarded to Nisrin for a delectable meal. I couldn't get enough of the buttery Lebanese rice and orange chicken.
Moving onto the real business at hand, I learned that playing Scrabble against Annika must be like any men's tennis player playing against Roger Federer on grass or hard court. Not only does she win, but she pulverizes anyone in her path. My ability to pick all consonants from the letter bag was uncanny and certainly didn't help my chances of defeating the Scrabble overlord.
Alas, Chris did manage to squeak out his first ever victory by a slim margin. Still not sure how that happened. To make matters unimaginably worse, American flags were brought out at the stroke of midnight. "Yay, freedom," the Americans yelled. Apparently Canada isn't free in the eyes of the Yanks. They were talking to me like I'm from Zimbabwe or something.