- ludocracynow posted this
Picture it: Roseville, 2011. A young lad and his former boss are eating off of square plates and enjoying happy hour priced beers after harassing people nice enough to be city delegates to their party’s convention. Encouraged by the beer and the political meddling, the lad decides the explore the board game shop located just below the restaurant. He sees a wall of games… some immoderately priced. The former boss says “Get them. Get them all. I will play them with you.”
That lad was me. That former boss was Emma. And those games were Dominion, Pandemic and Agricola.
Last night, Emma and I made a date to play games at her four be-catted house. “Only good games,” she suggested. I brought a handful of fun ones and among those was the beast known as Agricola. Emma was determined to make good on her year-old promise and “bring it full circle.”
She quickly caught on the rules of the family game and had the good instinct to stop me from getting all the wood I wanted. I said that most people finish in the ~20 point range in their first family game of Agricola. She cruised to a nice 34. I was a little rusty and finished with a 46.
Emma celebrated by toasting us each a flax seed waffle and adorning it with peanut butter and cinnamon. Sustenance surely needed as I suggested we play another round but with the occupations and minor improvements.
The game started similarly, Emma snatched the wood at every corner, quickly expanded her hut and her family to three. However, Emma, drunk on her new occupations and improvements, forgot to get some sort of cookery. I failed to guide her to the improvement board as I was too busy trying not to drown in complexity. Four fat begging cards to Emma in the third harvest.
I couldn’t expand my hut beyond three rooms so was privy to fewer actions but I tried to make them count as damn well as I could. I finished up with a cool 42 to Emma’s 13.
It is very satisfying to play Agricola with the one who encouraged me to take the euro gaming plunge. I’m sure Jeff has some stern words for her as that ‘plunge’ has enveloped our living space, but I think he’ll be happy as long as our house doesn’t have four cats.