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As Travis said...

Travis and I own a lot of board games and the like, all of which haven't been played for at least two months.

So, this Sunday, if there are any Melbournites who would like to play, let us know.

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littik
Jun. 2nd, 2007 06:08 am (UTC)
I can't this Sunday, but do post if you intend to start regular game nights/days.

I have the 'only child' complex of always wanting to play board games!

umbra_mentis
Jun. 2nd, 2007 07:18 am (UTC)
Ooooh, mucho tempting! But sadly I'm being nikkicat13's minion for the afternoon and then I have to fulfil my promise to go to a family dinner. Ah well, maybe another time :)
fire_wuff
Jun. 3rd, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
would love to but got a game at my play this arvo.
lokicarbis
Jun. 3rd, 2007 12:46 pm (UTC)
I keep forgetting you guys live so close now.

I think I'll start randomly leaving things in your letterbox or something, to remind me.
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