I’m sitting here getting ready for my holiday travels, wondering how many games are too many games to pack in my suitcase for visiting my husband’s family in Maryland. The Oregon Trail Card Game? That’s a no brainer. What family doesn’t want to die tragically from dysentery and starvation over Thanksgiving break? Exploding Kittens? Absolutely! Tacocat and Nopestradamus love to travel. The Castles of Mad King Ludwig? Hmm… that one might have to be its own carry-on…
We’ll be seeing my family too, briefly. Even though we’ll only be there a few hours, I doubt the time will pass without dominoes or cards being spread out on the table. After all, it’s just not the holidays without games.
(* Wannabe Gamer)
My husband would laugh at me if I called myself a gamer.
It’s true that I can barely work our PS3 controller well enough to watch Netflix and I don’t play MMORPGs (or Massively-Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Games for the rest of you n00bs). In fact, I just had to double check with the hubby regarding the correct spelling of “n00b” which I’m certain makes me one. No, in today’s terms, I definitely don’t qualify as a gamer. But the truth is that I LOVE games, and I’ve played them all my life.
When I reach back into my mind for my very first memories of games, I come up with three things: dominoes, the card stand, and the arcade at Richardson Square Mall.
We had lots of dominoes in our house. The adults used them for playing dominoes and 42, a game that all the kids…
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Carie Juettner 