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Jan. 28th, 2001 08:28 pmWhat an interesting weekend in which to start my journal...
My friend Mathew had a birthday party. Everyone brought a dinner item or drink. There were a large number of people who showed up, and I had a great time. Better than my last few outings. I am occasionally overcome with the complete lack of ability to carry on a conversation. I just sit back and watch and observe. Which is good way to get ignored, or for others to think you're being creepy.
But this was not one of those times. I chatted casually, caught up with some friends I haven't spoken to in a while, and met the new singer of Mathew's band. I hope things go smoothly for all invovled, I know Scissorkiss (his band) is a big passion of Mat's.
Saturady was the big adventure day. I just made it to Medford in time for the Warhammer tournament. I was playing Lizardmen, a very strong infantry based army. My first game was against Jim Wilson, one of the best players in the area. Despite some initial successes, my army caved in to his Chaos troops. It was a frustrating battle because I couldn't get any breaks, and I wanted the game to be at least a little closer.
My second match was against an Orc and Goblin player. This time I was on the crushing end. It's unfortunate; he made some tactical errors and a few bad dice rolls.
The last battle was against a Wood Elf army (cringe) but it ended up being the best game of the day: lots of uphevals and upsets; I manged to get across the board despite withering archer fire and pulled out another victory. When all was said and done, I came in second, right behind Jim. Not bad at all!
I came home and unpacked and went over to The Gilded Cage for anime viewing; Cowboy Bebop. Its a very slick series; most of the episodes were the funnier "filler" episodes, there is a longer story arc that is more depressing and angst-filled, which can be engrossing but doesn't make for good party fare. There was another nice turnout, and I felt a little more at home there, not as awkward as before. Why do I feel that? That's the subject of a future post.
I left there just before midnight to meet Tony and Whitney to go to a rave in Springfield. I volunteered to drive, which turns out to be a very smart move. When I got there the place was packed and they weren't admitting anyone without a ticket. Guess who didn't have a ticket? I got to know the sidestreets of Springfield very well last night... it was cold; I tried calling them but good luck hearing your phone in the middle of the Asylum... I wandered through a few hotel lobbies for a while, talked to some of the other kids who were kicked out, watched police arrest people and ambulances cart people from the inside of the club... it was an interesting night to experience once, but not again... eventually Tony and co. came out ot the car, and were dismayed when they heard of my plight. I drove back to Boston as quick as I could, and crashed out, mentally drained and physically exhausted. Times like this remind me of how wonderful sleep can be...
Today was recovery day. Replenishing food, cleaning, and napping periodically. There are freshly made cookies on the kitchen table, Karin is singing seductive melodies from my speakers, and this is a good a place as any to wrap things up.
My friend Mathew had a birthday party. Everyone brought a dinner item or drink. There were a large number of people who showed up, and I had a great time. Better than my last few outings. I am occasionally overcome with the complete lack of ability to carry on a conversation. I just sit back and watch and observe. Which is good way to get ignored, or for others to think you're being creepy.
But this was not one of those times. I chatted casually, caught up with some friends I haven't spoken to in a while, and met the new singer of Mathew's band. I hope things go smoothly for all invovled, I know Scissorkiss (his band) is a big passion of Mat's.
Saturady was the big adventure day. I just made it to Medford in time for the Warhammer tournament. I was playing Lizardmen, a very strong infantry based army. My first game was against Jim Wilson, one of the best players in the area. Despite some initial successes, my army caved in to his Chaos troops. It was a frustrating battle because I couldn't get any breaks, and I wanted the game to be at least a little closer.
My second match was against an Orc and Goblin player. This time I was on the crushing end. It's unfortunate; he made some tactical errors and a few bad dice rolls.
The last battle was against a Wood Elf army (cringe) but it ended up being the best game of the day: lots of uphevals and upsets; I manged to get across the board despite withering archer fire and pulled out another victory. When all was said and done, I came in second, right behind Jim. Not bad at all!
I came home and unpacked and went over to The Gilded Cage for anime viewing; Cowboy Bebop. Its a very slick series; most of the episodes were the funnier "filler" episodes, there is a longer story arc that is more depressing and angst-filled, which can be engrossing but doesn't make for good party fare. There was another nice turnout, and I felt a little more at home there, not as awkward as before. Why do I feel that? That's the subject of a future post.
I left there just before midnight to meet Tony and Whitney to go to a rave in Springfield. I volunteered to drive, which turns out to be a very smart move. When I got there the place was packed and they weren't admitting anyone without a ticket. Guess who didn't have a ticket? I got to know the sidestreets of Springfield very well last night... it was cold; I tried calling them but good luck hearing your phone in the middle of the Asylum... I wandered through a few hotel lobbies for a while, talked to some of the other kids who were kicked out, watched police arrest people and ambulances cart people from the inside of the club... it was an interesting night to experience once, but not again... eventually Tony and co. came out ot the car, and were dismayed when they heard of my plight. I drove back to Boston as quick as I could, and crashed out, mentally drained and physically exhausted. Times like this remind me of how wonderful sleep can be...
Today was recovery day. Replenishing food, cleaning, and napping periodically. There are freshly made cookies on the kitchen table, Karin is singing seductive melodies from my speakers, and this is a good a place as any to wrap things up.
