My brother visited us last week, and in an effort to convince him that I’m actually pretty cool (yes, I know, just roll with it) I took him to South, where this feat of supreme balance and gravity-defying skill was accomplished:
“What is this?” you ask.
Well, I’m glad you asked! I’ll tell you what it is: IT’S A COMPLETELY FINISHED GAME OF JENGA!!
That’s right, there are no more moves available. None. Zilch. Zip. And for those of you who haven’t yet played The Game Of The Gods let me be the first to inform you this is not an easy feat. It takes several beers, many practice runs, and lots and lots of free bar popcorn. I’m working on a theory that the film of fake butter helps steady the fingertips.
So what do you think? Did I manage to convince the lil bro that I’m actually a happening Brooklynite? Probably not, but at least he witnessed my crowning achievement in the world of tabletop gaming.