It is the ninth-and-a-half hour of Die Macher, which is said to be a fun game (albeit a highly, exquisitely, painfully Euro one). We did not play Die Macher. We swam instead. And then we snacked, because we are waiting for tonight’s dinner cook to cook dinner, but tonight’s dinner cook is playing Die Macher. It is 9:30 and there is no dinner. We considered driving into town, to the only restaurant, for a drink and a burger, but we are already a little drunk so we can’t. So our game is waiting for dinner. We are three and a half hours in.