Well Done

Wings were had. Beer was drank. And what an amazing round of Punch-Mini.

Seriously, having multi-players in the car was a lot of fun. Sometimes as I punched Andy, my brother was punching me. Other times Andy would elbow my brother while nailing my shoulder. Even though it seemed like my brother was at a disadvantage, he played like a super-champ and got me a few times.

Although it was confirmed that my mojo is still officially gone, I did manage to get the one and only MINI we saw in Buffalo. And, thankfully, even though I was the official loser on the trip down, I did manage to spot the MINI dealership on the way back and I evened up the score. Of course, Andy flexed his superior game playing skills, in spite of driving (and waiting) for almost 5 hours, and remains the grand supreme little darling.

In this case, 3 is most definitely better than 2.