A long-time friend of mine is leaving for the UK on Monday. So, a mate and I went up at 11:30pm to play Risk. We used to always play risk “back in the day”. We used to play Risk, eat great pie, stay up until all hours and drink incredible amounts of milk.
We relived the tradition.
We also relived the tradition of me not being patient quite long enough so I came in 2nd (like you can ever really come in 2nd in Risk) in both games.
Saying goodbye was awfully hard. This is one of those days I wished I made more money so I could just say “listen, see you in March when the weather gets better in the UK”.
But I can’t.
I’ll miss him.