An unusually, for us, social weekend. Our friend Karin was in town and we joined her and her husband Tom (who hasn’t left town yet) for what was going to be an Armory Square pub crawl, starting at Middle Ages Brewing Company; this was good because we’d gotten a Middle Ages gift certificate for Christmas. They’re not actually in Armory Square but close enough. We bought growlers of the 12th Anniversary Imperial Porter, the Wizard’s Winter, and the new Boxing Day Bitter (we considered asking for a discount given that it was a day past the sell date), and bottles of Tripel Crown, Druid Fluid, and Double India Pale Ale.
Then we moved on to the Blue Tusk for dinner, where I got a Young’s Double Chocolate Stout for Heather, which she raved about, and a Long Trail Triple Bag for me, which was good. From there I took Kenny home while Tom, Karin, and Heather considered where to go next. After some time they eventually decided to go to our house, the beer being free there.
Today we started off at lunchtime and went to Cedarvale Maple Syrup. Usually we buy maple syrup by the gallon but upon examining the prices we decided to get a half gallon for now and hope by summer the maple industry will have emulated the gasoline industry. Then we continued on west and, later, south, to Interlaken, where we bought honey. A long haul for honey but a web search hadn’t turned up any nearer apiaries that sell in five gallon quantities, and Heather has developed an itch to brew mead. Waid Apiaries is run by a guy who used to be a printer. He printed Richard Taylor‘s books on beekeeping, copies of some of which Heather owns, and his exposure to those books led him to get into beekeeping himself; the former print shop is now the honey factory, and he bought Taylor’s bees not long before Taylor died. We got five gallons of Fall honey, one gallon of wildflower, one gallon of buckwheat, and a couple of pieces of comb honey, and he threw in three honey sticks for Kenny.
Then we headed back north and, later, east, to Oneida for a party at the home of our friends Fred and Kate. There was music — I brought my 3-row melodeon; Fred, Kate, and another guest played concertina, fiddle, guitar, and standup bass — and dancing: Sanella triplets and a waltz. Karin and Tom were there too, and eventually we were playing Fluxx. Then Karin unilaterally shuffled the Monty Python Fluxx cards into the draw pile, and the game got very silly. Also very prolonged — with two decks in play it really got hard to match goals and keepers. Kenny eventually won.
At one point the following rule cards were in play (paraphrased):
- Draw 3. Draw 3 cards on each turn.
- Three, Sir. If the numeral 3 appears on a (n other) card it should be interpreted as a 5. (From the Monty Python deck.)
- Inflation. Any numeral appearing on a card should be interpreted as being increased by one. (From the Fluxx deck.)
There was some protracted discussion of this. Eventually we agreed this combination of rules can be interpreted in at least two ways, but that any reasonable interpretation leads to the same outcome. You might want to think about that, decide if you agree, and figure out what the outcome is.
Fortunately, after we figured that out, the same player (Karin) who brought those three rules into play immediately played another card that swept the above rules away.
The game ended, we went home, and that’s that.