Monday night, and Andrew and I arranged one of our little two-player sorties into gaming territory. Before Andrew got there and with the boys out for the count upstairs, I started popping the in my new copy of Stefan Feld game Amerigo. Ten minutes later I was still at it when Andrew arrived... both of us were tempted to try it, but with plenty more gaming to come this week, not quite tempted enough to embark on what looked an epic voyage. Amerigo will have to call slightly louder next time, though I very much look forward to it.
Instead we broke out another Feld, Castles of Burgundy, which I had proposed earlier in the day. Apparently there are still GNNers among us who haven't played this - more abstract than Macao, but, with the right players (ie Andrew and I, who probably don't think enough) faster-moving also.
Burgundy
Sam 197
Andrew 174
It was early yet, and we were both in the mood for Raj, the instant hit of the last 2 or 3 weeks. With two players the potential for hilarity is admittedly less than 3 or 4, but it still had us giggling like goons at several stages and cursing like dockers at others.
Two tied bids, a decider about to come
We kept playing one more game until we'd managed a best of five, which Andrew won by 3 games to 2, twice narrowly outbidding me on the final game as I attempted to keep my powder dry for the final tiles, by which time the jig was up.
The jig up in game three, where our last cards tied
Lots of fun, played to a soundtrack of my birthday CD, and a great primer for tomorrow. Thanks Andrew!
A perfect mix of light and heavy games. My CoB plan was to stop Sam finishing his six-hex field, but he saw it in time, and spent money/workers to pick up the final two tiles he needed. Curses.
ReplyDeleteRaj was great. Like late-18th century maidens running around in sun-kissed fields after taking off a corset (ie, finishing Castles of Burgundy) we got a bit giggly. Maybe it was the whiskey on top of the lager we'd drunk.
Ah, whiskey and corsets. It's undoubtedly what Feld had in mind
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