It is the weekend. Alpha and I are having a glass of wine (each) and playing the Game of Life with Gamma, and joking about each other’s playing styles, (e.g. Alpha buys every sort of insurance available and ends up with a higher income and lives in a nice house*, while Mig buys no insurance, lives in a trailer and is An Artist, and Gamma is a police officer AND the banker, and gets $5000 every time someone spins a 10 (speeding ticket), which Alpha does with statistically-improbable regularity, while Mig never does) and theorizing about what that says about each other. Gamma does a great job with the bank and keeping track of things.

“If I ever open up an Irish pub, I’ll hire you to be the bartender,” says Mig to Gamma. “You’re funny and charming and good with money.”

“And I have eleven years experience dealing with drunks,” says Gamma.

*and ultimately wins the game