At 1125 it's 24hrs until my next flight, so I fire up the American Airlines app and check-in. Except I can't check-in because it throws a dialog box at me which says Agent Takeover required and oo-eck, I have to go speak to someone at the airport. That seems weird. I wonder what's going on? A flyertalk search yields pretty much fuck all results and some threads about being unable to check-in online make it sound like I've just been selected for a random manual check. I guess I'll see in the morning.
By the time I'm done blogging, and he's got some real work done too, I complain about food and we finally go outside. It's like 2pm or something stupid. There's no day being seized here. Immediately outside the flat we run into his neighbour Mary, who might join us for beer later and totally approves of Russell's plan to take me to Cancun for burritos.
10 minutes or so later we've been seated and handed menus at a place called Tacolicious, beause Russell's an idiot. Somehow he's managed to take me to the only Mexican food outlet in the Mission which doesn't fucking serve burritos! This totally sucks, though I don't complain much because all Mexican food is nice and anyway we're here now, grumble grumble. He gets a salad, I get a plate of 4 tacos: cod, carnitas, Oaxaca cheese, and chorizo. They are all bloody lovely., especially with the really hot sauce. He tries to eat his salad with the tossing cutlery it came with and the giant fork is hilarious, but regrettably I bring his attention to the real cutlery and the fun ends. Oh, we also have a beer.
Another mutual friend of everyone else, Anna, turns up and that means there's 5 of us to play a 4-player game. Russell sits out of the first round and battle commences. Buzz is a PS3 TV quiz show game hosted by a cartoon version of Guy Smiley, voiced by Jason Donovan, and it's all so fucked up. I pick my character as Pelvis, a fat Elvis lookalike. I do pretty well in the first game, I think I come second.
In the second game things really kick off. Perhaps it's the 10% imperial stout I was drinking along with it - oh wait, there's a side track to go down here. When I checked in this beer on Untappd, it correctly told me it was my 50th beer of the year and so awarded me a badge. That would be fine except the accompanying text told me I'd drunk more than 50 beers. No, I haven't! I've drunk exactly 50! Grr!
Anyway. Round 2 of Buzz and my horrible competitive reaction kicks in. I'd explained at length on Friday night that I don't like playing competitive games because I'm a terrible loser and a terrible winner. I don't like my happiness being predicated on someone else losing, and I don't like feeling crap because others are measurably better than me. So generally I just like to play games or do things which are solo, and I only compare my score against my own (table tennis is an outlier here).
So, thanks for dropping me into a competitive game amongst 3 strangers, Russell. I'm in the lead and being obnoxious about it until the round where the first correct answer grants the player the capability to steal points from another player of their choice, and everyone steals them from me and I end up not last but almost. Grr. Game 3 starts with both Mary and Greg playing as characters called Mary, which is really fucking confusing, and I begin terribly, remaining in last place for the first 3 rounds. But the loser is allowed to choose the subject matter and the game has a British slant, so when I choose sports I clean up and the same happens for 90s music. Suddenly I'm in the lead, and I don't let it go. FUCK YEAH.