Baghdad's Bananas

Two weeks ago. For my B-Day weekend, Jenine and I went ice skating at a local community rink. It was cold in there, on a hot day, and every part of me except for my right ankle bone had lots of fun.

Other activities included sandal shopping and chinese buffet. So good.

On Sunday, the one day a year where Jenine has to do exactly what I tell her to do, the two of us sat down to a game of multiplayer Civilization 4. Jenine had played the tutorial before, so she knew the ropes. Playing as the Greeks, she was the proud ruler of glorious Athens, a city of splendor and power: home to Stonehenge, The Pyramids, and The Oracle. As her weaker neighbor, my Egyptian cities found themselves plagued (literally) by an over-abundance of surrounding flood plains. Jenine propped us up long enough for me to assemble a decent army, and then we marched together against the neighbors who had so rudely boxed us into a corner. The foul Persians lost two cities within several turns of our attack, as our war elephants ran right over their pathetic defenses. Then all of a sudden it was 8:00 and we realized we needed to eat something. But to this day, Jenine shakes her fist at the sky and swears an oath to plunder Baghdad and take back the bananas for the motherland.