In Brief (or not so brief)

tuned up some old decks, then watched movies at Hilary and Sean's place. Ghostbusters, part of Real Genius, the Reflecting Skin. This was a happy movie night? *grin* Reflecting Skin was an interesting movie, but I shy away from saying it was good. Alright, it was good in a sense. It showed a slice of horror from the American Midwest, dysfunctionality at its most bizarre. But I don't think it was anything more than that, just a depiction of a boy's slow descent into horror as his world crumbles around him. No resolution to the story. It did provide a lot of interesting images, and there was change and progression in the story, and not everything needs to be in a tidy neatly wrapped package. Let's say it was interesting.
Saturday I LARPed. I made it through the first night w/out dying, having some of the players hate me, but most fearing me. It was a very good time, I think we were all worried about how the VHS would turn out this year. I'm glad to say it's off to a very promising start. There was a quick after-party, then I returned to wish Regina and Nicole a happy birthday. And I ended up getting a present too! Carrie was back in town visiting, we talked for a little while about her travels and the upcoming season of Buffy, then sleep took me prisoner and carried me home... I miss Carrie.
Today I caught up on a lot of sleep, did a little painting, put cards away. Several of the players in the Aberrant group (which my roommate's in) congratulated me on yesterday's performance. This year is almost like getting a second chance at being a Storyteller. The character I play has a lot of potential to move plot and set the tone of the game, while it doesn't revolve around me, my actions can affect it a lot. I can get people involved, create story for them, all without having to be resposible for organizing things for 30 odd people. Perhaps in the future, I may again run something...
The evening drew to a close with a handful of us watching Ultraviolet, a very cool British TV series about vampires and the people who fight them. It was good watching people slowly get drawn into the first few episodes, the funny comments and sarcasm near the beginning grew fewer, and by the third episode everyone was silent, glued to the screen. I like seeing good writing and directing at work.
And the curtain draws to a close at 11:11, which was Jacks favorite time of the day. I can still see her face, and the range of emotions that could cross it in a second. Our friendship was one of the most powerful and unique things I've every experienced, but it's been a year or two since I;ve really talked to her. I don't know whether that's because I don't need her in my life anymore, she doesn't need me, or if we are both glancing at the telephone, thinking about each other, and waiting for the other to make the first move and call. What would I say to her now? I don't know.
I guess neither of us could really be what the other one needed.