2005-07-28 - 6:35 p.m.
While at Student's Camp, which I'm bound to write more about in the future, two volunteers rescued the lost of art of MASH--everyone's favorite fortune telling game. I don't like to brag but I think when it comes to fortunes, I hit the fake future lottery. Watch, weep, and grow jealous.
Husband: Joshka, my Viking.
Style of Residence: Mansion.
City: Chicago.
Pet: Mountain Gorilla.
Occupation: TV Anchorman.
College: Portland Bartending School.
Transportation: Big Wheel.
Kids: 5.
The Meal I Have to Eat the Rest of My Life: Tuna Melts.
I think you'd have to be crazy not to admit how awesome that future is. I love the image of me ripping down the streets of Chicago in my big wheel with my gorilla, Latitia, hanging on for dear life. That's an image I think all of us have to admit that we've dreamed of. And tuna melts? Not a bad punishment at all. Not. at. all.
Now, a few things about this MASH configuration. I have never played with this many factors before. Usually my Wisconsin friends and I stuck to the simple square with four things around it: Residence, Spouse, Kids, Cars. So when Ling and Jen announced the categories, my little mind and moustache were more than a little blown away. To have this many categories and ones of this caliber is, to quote my good friend Natacha, a little like "Yuppie MASH" or "YASH" as we now refer to it.
However, a feature I did enjoy about the new MASH was that you, per usual, had four selections in each category. However, you got to choose two of the selections and the "fortune-teller" got to pick the other two. This, obviously, made it much more interesting, as the other two volunteers' selections could have run into the legal conundrum of having to marry a 16 year old Turkmen boy.
I have to admit that the last two paragraphs I wrote were totally useless to the rest of this entry. In reality, I just wanted to show off how great my MASH future was but I would have felt a little silly writing an entry only meant to make you jealous of Latitia, Josh, me, and the five children I'm going to sell to a brothel because I don't want them.
