Well bloody hell - team scrabble was a blast, but the team of Sean and Jess were severely humbled and came in DEAD LAST. Oh well. I can't remember the names of the 2-guy team that won, but they had a score of 168. Amber and Paul came in second, with 152, Erick and his partner .... Kim? ... had 125, and Sean and I slunk home w/ our tails between our legs and a low score of 122. Can you say AAEIIOU? Yes. Can you use it on a scrabble board? Unfortunately, no. That's the luck of the draw.

But here are the words - most of them - to play with, perchance to poem ....

BOOB (thanks, Amber ... it's not quite a 72-point vagina, but close enough)
BOWL
WINES
STRAW
TRIAGE
EVERY
PEONS
SEX
DIE
TUNED
DEFY
QUADS
FUCK(S)
USE
DIET
TAIL
TEST
LANAI
GAUGE (which I, in my wine-muddled-haze, kept insisting was spelled gague ... I was very insistent about it. And very wrong ... but no fisticuffs broke out, thankfully)
GRIND
MARE
ZIN
IMPS
NOVA
GIN

There might have been a few more, but I didn't remember to start writing them down til the game was almost over. Darn!!

Get to work, poets!