Time Travel: alas poor Ari...

Sunday was another day of rest and relaxation, of leisurely doing laundry and moving the gaming table back to the attic. The intent was to visit a friend and drop off some Buffy tapes, maybe watch an episode or two, then head over to my DND game. But alas, time stole away from me. Off to the game then, another session of searching for the missing King's son, which was cut abruptly short by my character's demise.
I haven't had a character killed in a game in ages, and it was a little sad. I've only played Ari for a few games, but I already had the personality down, and foresaw great and interesting things for the character. Now her looted body is zombie food. As per our group's pact, I rolled up a cleric for the party (which we sorely needed) but I have yet to get into the character. I was getting very tired as the game was winding down, but also a little surly. Clerics are, more often than not, not as much a character but a walking source of healing. They don't get to do much else. Perhaps I'll scrap the character, or try to make it a little more interesting. Or start expecting a little more religion from the players if they want to get healed. See the light, heathen!

Time Travel: Boat Load of Sushi

Monday was a triumph of my ability to get things done. Despite some really lousy sleep, I made it through the day, then to my gym date with Sarah, then home to shower and change and get to the VHS meeting on time. We talked about setting things up for a cliffhanger in the next game, then I was off to Fugakyu to make it to the surprise birthday dinner... which I just made it to! Dinner was quite exquisite, sitting among so many lovely people, trading our usual banter, talking about our pasts while we waited and waited for the food to arrive. And when it did... it was delicious. Slabs of fish, more than I expected. I was quite full at the end, but had a little room left over for ice cream and birthday cake. I got a corner!

I hooked my new client up with her latest "fix" and then went to Ceremony to help get the birthday boy liquored up. I was too full to dance effectively, but I did gyrate for a few songs. Had some nice conversations in the club and on the way home. The general feeling of happiness, which I haven't noticed so much in my life before, was on me full force. Not content in the passive, sluggish sense. Happy to be in the moment, to be surrounded by people, by friends, to be sated with food and sweaty from dancing. Happy to know that more good times are ahead.