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New Yorkers are not as jaded as you'd think. We did catch a few eyes cast in our direction as we waited for the subway in the morning. One old woman was brave enough to come over and ask us about our models. Her curiosity was refreshing. What was less refreshing was the two gentlemen who sat down next to us and practiced harmonizing. One measure, sung about one hundred times, and they were flat for about fifty of them. I think my miniatures were about to come to life and go on the attack!
Our destination was right next to the Empire State Building. It must be a shame to live in the city and grow numb to the awesome size of that building, to think about the place it has in our culture and history. We gathered together and set about our tournament. I drew my first two games and won my last, and a very good time was had. The revelers from last night didn't get in until five, they told me. One of them actually curled up in a chair after his last game and slept through the rest of it. Someone had a good night, indeed. The gang asked me to join them for drinks after we packed up, but I had to attend my own personal Mecca (Sin-O-Matic) so I hopped on the train back to Brooklyn, and hit the road just as the snow was beginning to fall.
Once again, the lack of direction indications on my hastily scribbled directions caused me to take a wrong turn, and into a painfully slow crawl of traffic. The culprit was a broken down car on a two lane road. Eventually all was right with the world, though I did have a minor battle of one upmanship with a BMW. I turned around, backtracked, and confirmed I was going in the right direction at the next toll booth.
The res of the drive passed in silence, my CD player refusing to provide me with stimulating driving music. The roads were poorly plowed, only grooves from many cars providing some traction. I clutched the wheel tightly, driving pretty fast, tuned in to every car around me. All told I made the return trip in just under five hours, impressive considering the weather and wrong turns.
I made it to Machine just after midnight. Five minutes later, I was meeting Andrea. We spent a little time dancing, and getting to know each other. After coming back from talking a friend, she vanished. It was all very unexpected, but I was more focused on unwinding from the long drive and catching up with my friends there. Machine just keeps getting more and more awesome.
The night ended at last, in the wee hours of the morning, with a glass of mead and Kung Fu Panda with Sara, Amy, and Eric. I think the line from the movie that sums up my weekend best is
"There is no charge for awesomness."
Our destination was right next to the Empire State Building. It must be a shame to live in the city and grow numb to the awesome size of that building, to think about the place it has in our culture and history. We gathered together and set about our tournament. I drew my first two games and won my last, and a very good time was had. The revelers from last night didn't get in until five, they told me. One of them actually curled up in a chair after his last game and slept through the rest of it. Someone had a good night, indeed. The gang asked me to join them for drinks after we packed up, but I had to attend my own personal Mecca (Sin-O-Matic) so I hopped on the train back to Brooklyn, and hit the road just as the snow was beginning to fall.
Once again, the lack of direction indications on my hastily scribbled directions caused me to take a wrong turn, and into a painfully slow crawl of traffic. The culprit was a broken down car on a two lane road. Eventually all was right with the world, though I did have a minor battle of one upmanship with a BMW. I turned around, backtracked, and confirmed I was going in the right direction at the next toll booth.
The res of the drive passed in silence, my CD player refusing to provide me with stimulating driving music. The roads were poorly plowed, only grooves from many cars providing some traction. I clutched the wheel tightly, driving pretty fast, tuned in to every car around me. All told I made the return trip in just under five hours, impressive considering the weather and wrong turns.
I made it to Machine just after midnight. Five minutes later, I was meeting Andrea. We spent a little time dancing, and getting to know each other. After coming back from talking a friend, she vanished. It was all very unexpected, but I was more focused on unwinding from the long drive and catching up with my friends there. Machine just keeps getting more and more awesome.
The night ended at last, in the wee hours of the morning, with a glass of mead and Kung Fu Panda with Sara, Amy, and Eric. I think the line from the movie that sums up my weekend best is
"There is no charge for awesomness."
