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the memory game

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Mari spent the entire afternoon combing through our "intended neighbourhood" looking at streets, schools, and buildings. We met at an appointment with a real estate fellow to see what turned out to be a cramped dump barely one bedroom plus. Amusingly, it was filled with superhero posters, countless (hundreds) of action-figure dolls, and a lingering stench of pot. It was not even close to the state in which I'd want to show a place.

But I digress. Instead of heading home at 19:30 to start cooking etc we went to a sushi place on Queen East that turned out to be rather good. While we were waiting, the waitress brought some cards to the table, it turned out to be the game where you flip to cards at a time and try to remember where the matches are among the face-down cards.

By the second game, Kenny was consistently kicking my butt all over the place. He was racking up wins at least 4:1 to mine.