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Tante Joan got it in her head to have choucroute, which she hadn't tasted in years. This is a favorite dish of my parents, and I've eaten it at least once a year with them, but an occasion for free food is not one to be overlooked, so I accepted the invitation. When Gina heard of my plans for today, she grew more excited than I would have imagined (who's even heard of "choucroute"?) and thus, the invitation was extended to her as well.

Which is how Gina found herself in my aunt's Brooklyn Heights apartment today, learning to play chess from my dad.

Dad taught me chess when I was a kid, and I know the rules, but I find the game too difficult to play. I tend to feel as if I'm in an actual combat situation, and the pressure is too much - my heart beats fast, my palms get sweaty, I agonize over every pawn; it's not worth it.

The chess lesson inspired much talk of Wizard's Chess, which is why I find myself this evening lounging on the futon with my roomies, watching Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone for at least the third time in the last couple of months.

I love us.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 PM | shower me with attention