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Friday nights game went... pretty well. We wrapped up a scene and a minor story point, but the game seems to take longer and longer, and there were some complaints. It's nothing that I can't correct, but it makes me pause to wonder that I'm losing my touch a bit. Let's see how the next weeks pan out before I get too worried.
Saturday's 40k tournament was a rather good time. My dice behaved for the most part, and I finished 8th out of 22 people. There's not too much I can do to improve my army theme or painting, so it will all come down to battle points in the future. I'm somewhat inspired to collect another army, but it will involve a LOT of painting. Perhaps I will buy one unit and paint it, to see how I like it. If it becomes too much of a bother, I'll just sell it. Carrie stopped by to visit, then skipped out to Mat and Regina's. I met up with them later and we descended on Mr. Sushi for post gaming dinner. Afterwards was a double birthday party. It was a night full of surprises, engrossing conversation, and a little sorrow. It was one of the more mature parties I'd been to in a while, I was struck by how adult many of my friends were, without necessarily being "grown up" and dull. Many fine glasses of wine were drunk (Yellow tail and a port-like dessert wine being my favorites), conversations flowed, and there was a certain cinematic quality to the night. A certain unreality.
The less said about Sunday, the better.
Which brings us to Monday. A little groggy after an experiment in sleep induction. Another day older. A tasty croissant on my desk, and Nick crooning at me through my speakers. The threat of snow is in the air, a reminder (like the earthquake that I slept through Saturday) that life is chaotic and strange. Another week begins.
Saturday's 40k tournament was a rather good time. My dice behaved for the most part, and I finished 8th out of 22 people. There's not too much I can do to improve my army theme or painting, so it will all come down to battle points in the future. I'm somewhat inspired to collect another army, but it will involve a LOT of painting. Perhaps I will buy one unit and paint it, to see how I like it. If it becomes too much of a bother, I'll just sell it. Carrie stopped by to visit, then skipped out to Mat and Regina's. I met up with them later and we descended on Mr. Sushi for post gaming dinner. Afterwards was a double birthday party. It was a night full of surprises, engrossing conversation, and a little sorrow. It was one of the more mature parties I'd been to in a while, I was struck by how adult many of my friends were, without necessarily being "grown up" and dull. Many fine glasses of wine were drunk (Yellow tail and a port-like dessert wine being my favorites), conversations flowed, and there was a certain cinematic quality to the night. A certain unreality.
The less said about Sunday, the better.
Which brings us to Monday. A little groggy after an experiment in sleep induction. Another day older. A tasty croissant on my desk, and Nick crooning at me through my speakers. The threat of snow is in the air, a reminder (like the earthquake that I slept through Saturday) that life is chaotic and strange. Another week begins.
