Last night I brought my favorite game (Scrabble) to a swank wine and cheese party. All the women looked like they just came from the Sex and the City set, and I walked in with not wine under my arm but SCRABBLE. Nobody wanted to play. Nobody. I’m still not over this.
Anybody want to come play speed-scrabble and then psychoanalyze the board with me?
The thing about being uncool and very, very interested in words is that I really don’t fit in lots of places. Maybe you feel the same way. Today, I’m curious about something you love that makes you not fit in many places. I’m dying to hear from you. (It will make me feel better about last night).
Living with flair means embracing what isn’t cool about me. Scrabble is the best game ever. I’m standing by that.