Actually, we played Round 3 of the Friday ITC tourney.
You plugged your phone into the wall behind you.
You politely offered me vodka. I accepted. You suddenly panicked about where your phone was, I politely reminded you. (REPEAT THIS SEQUENCE THREE TIMES IN FIVE MINUTES) Edit: didn't mean to use bold text there, but it fits, so, eh...
I offered you a packet of trail mix so the protein could help you level out. You accepted politely. We started our game. About halfway through you muttered words to the effect of "I'm hungry" and I tossed you another packet of trail mix.
Our game ended and you called me a Farging Barstedd (Johnny Dangerously reference) for spoiling your all-losses record. I rightfully claimed the title of Cellar Dweller in the standings (but I had a land Raider filled with Arcoflagellants, so I earned it honestly).
Then you temporarily panicked (again) about where your phone was (again) and I politely reminded you (again).
And it was a good time all around.
This time I'll be bringing my 7th Ed Sisters list cut down to 1500 with the Canonessezes I have to have for 8th added in.
Let's see how well Immolator Spam works in 8th (I'm guessing: NOT VERY).