Saturday, August 1, 2009
Canasta, I salute you.
Because you make me feel like a frisky eighty year-old trapped in a twenty eight year-old body. Because you are equal parts strategy and luck, and because you bring new meaning to the terms "foot" and "going down". Because you let me maintain a conversation, calculate simple sums, and fire up my competitive spirit all at the same time. Because you once held me and five friends hostage for two days in upstate New York, and because we loved every minute of it. Because nothing beats a party held in your honor. Canasta, I salute you!