42

Last night we hosted game night. The guys beat the girls two out of three rounds of 42. The boys pulled a "Clinton" and started rationalizing that if certain facts of their choosing were omitted or restructured, they had actually won three of three rounds. Ahahahaaaaa! No.

I'm not great at bidding. I haven't played 42 in years, so trying to remember how much to bid was hard until we'd played quite a few games. Plus, the idea that you win based on how closely you came to what you thought you were capable of, rather than how well you played, seems weird.

The libation of the night was Llano Estacado Blush- super yummy.