Today we engaged in that quintessentially American activity: Monopoly. If you think Monopoly is a boring game, you just aren’t making up interesting enough rules. Be careful, though: the more arcane your rules are the harder they become to remember (or maybe that was the vodka talking).

Monopoly is much more fun when you toss reality aside, I think:

“Ha! Illinois Avenue. I have a house on that! 250 bucks.”
“Sorry. You can’t collect rent on that one.”
“Why not?”
“The house is haunted.”

With murderous, venegeful demons, train derailments, penalties for insider trading, alternate planes of existence, and extortion it’s a much more interesting game.

I won like the capitalist running dog that I am, by the way.