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This weekend both exceeded and failed to live up to expectations. "In what way, Silas?" "I'm glad you asked, LJ!"
The part on Friday was rather nice. I felt more socially plugged in than I had in a while. We are at a place that was large enough for intimate conversations w/out being drowned out my the more raucous elements. I partook in both, along with tasty pomegranate martinis. Even as the night wound on into racier territory, it did so with no lingering feelings of jealousy. Participation is a wonderful thing.
I ask you: what good is it to avoid having a hangover in preparation for a tournament, and then not get to play? We ended up near capacity with 25 players, so as one of the organizers, I sat this one out. I could really use the practice before the NJ tournament next weekend, but there you go. All the participants had a good time, and I received many compliments on a well run event. Our future events promise to be well attended.
Underworld was under attended. It's a shame, because I enjoy the space so. I did see a few familiar and fetching faces, but the night didn't reach the crescendo of awesomeness past night had. My roommate and I ducked out a little early, and rocked out a bit at home before bed.
A glorious spring day was spent cleaning, running a few errands, and driving out to Watertown for more Pirates in Spaaaaaace (our DND game). After one failed attempt to infiltrate a lunar (or "moonal") base was thwarted by flashy spells and dinosaurs (yes, huge lizards. It's like Jon Carter, but on the moon). we adopted a sneaker strategy to gain entrance to a second base. Teleporting on the moon isn't like doing so on earth, and I suffered a number of minor mishaps before getting it right. What can I say, if you want to travel instantaneously, you takes your chances! The night ended with a double bill of Vertigo and High Anxiety.
Now it is Monday. Dark skies over Boston, no baseball game to clog up parking for the night. Another week begins...
The part on Friday was rather nice. I felt more socially plugged in than I had in a while. We are at a place that was large enough for intimate conversations w/out being drowned out my the more raucous elements. I partook in both, along with tasty pomegranate martinis. Even as the night wound on into racier territory, it did so with no lingering feelings of jealousy. Participation is a wonderful thing.
I ask you: what good is it to avoid having a hangover in preparation for a tournament, and then not get to play? We ended up near capacity with 25 players, so as one of the organizers, I sat this one out. I could really use the practice before the NJ tournament next weekend, but there you go. All the participants had a good time, and I received many compliments on a well run event. Our future events promise to be well attended.
Underworld was under attended. It's a shame, because I enjoy the space so. I did see a few familiar and fetching faces, but the night didn't reach the crescendo of awesomeness past night had. My roommate and I ducked out a little early, and rocked out a bit at home before bed.
A glorious spring day was spent cleaning, running a few errands, and driving out to Watertown for more Pirates in Spaaaaaace (our DND game). After one failed attempt to infiltrate a lunar (or "moonal") base was thwarted by flashy spells and dinosaurs (yes, huge lizards. It's like Jon Carter, but on the moon). we adopted a sneaker strategy to gain entrance to a second base. Teleporting on the moon isn't like doing so on earth, and I suffered a number of minor mishaps before getting it right. What can I say, if you want to travel instantaneously, you takes your chances! The night ended with a double bill of Vertigo and High Anxiety.
Now it is Monday. Dark skies over Boston, no baseball game to clog up parking for the night. Another week begins...
