<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7297/tzuhccaneoolbdb6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div>I think back a bit—the good ol’ Halloween Magic Show.  Gemma bravely stood for the Magician me to toss knives at her, all in the name of entertainment.  Hearing Taffy’s proposal of a leathered blonde standing by the board, realizing that be me, I have new-found appreciation of such things and brave Gemma.  I giggle, laughing at the idle Taffy joke, but still make a mental note to make sure I don’t get careless drunk during the game.  (Who knows how one would respond to drunken revelry ‘C’mon Stef, right next to the board!  Stand there!  Fun!!!’)<br/><br/>So we’re getting numbers it seems.  Mechelle doesn’t say the higher number the better, but maybe that’s the case.  Now that I know we’re ‘throwing’ when we’re ‘tossing’ the darts, I take one in my (non-dominant) right hand (all genius blondes are left-handed).<br/><br/>I call my shot.  “Twenty!”  Courtney did the one-eyed hex look for hers.  I choose the two-eyed squint.  It would be pretty hard to hit Taffy from this distance; I suspect she is especially wary with me at the line.  I decide on two pumps and let it fly.  To my utter amazement, the dart is on its way to twenty when it hits that mark, falls to the floor.  Drat!<br/><br/>“Perhaps I was being too kind, delicate, sympathetic to the board’s feelings.”<br/><br/>Taking the next dart, pumping twice: the try nets me a ‘6’ and although the dart sags, it stays.  “I’ll waive my third to__—throw.”<br/><br/>So usually three darts.  What if I get 3 sixes?  Will I be called out as the devil’s child?<br/><br/>“Who’s next?  What’s next?”<br/><br/>AND “What exactly qualifies as waitressing?”<br/>