No Spring Chicken
Hurricane Earl delayed Lipika's flight to Cleveland for a night, which meant another evening of Metalocalypse and Rock Band at the House of Sweet Wines. It also included a viewing of Spinal Tap (which I had never seen, believe it or not). The evening didn't shut down until around three o'clock. This was the start of the late nights, and the beginning of the "I'm getting too old for this" moments.
The drive up to New Hampshire Saturday should have been a breeze, but for some reason traffic slowed to a crawl as I reached the border. Several minutes were spent at a standstill on the Interstate (a condition I hate). I picked up the new Warhammer boxed game and swung by the liquor store for party supplies. The total savings was about fifteen dollars. Does that save me that much for the travel time and gas consumed? I'm too tired to do the math right now. There was more shopping, and assembling models at Matt's house, then more shopping, then home. There was a birthday party to go to, but at this point I quite tired, and ... not quite up to the chaos that usually accompanies said birthday party. Home it was, for Surrogates and more assembling, and sleep. Surrogates was pretty simple, but hardly as bad as people made it out to be. Plus, it was filmed in Boston. It's always fun seeing familiar places on the screen.
Party prep went pretty smoothly, until it was time to move the grill downstairs. After six years of cookouts, our landlord finally told us we couldn't have the grill out back. We assembled it on the porch when we bought it, and I found that it was too big for the stairs. While my friends were eager to tie some rope around it and lower it to the ground, I decided to try detaching the wings, and lo! It fit down the stairs. That was not the end of the adventure, though. The grill wouldn't stay lit, despite changing both of the propane tanks. I found one of the hoses was loose (and expelling propane). Once I tightened it up, the pressure returned and the cook out was saved! We had a nice steady group of people. My office turned into a carnival ride for a while, which made Amber and Sophia very happy. The party rolled on and on, and then suddenly it was morning. I disappeared something around eleven, though there was a nice crowd until three. Oops.
The hang over was vicious, not enough to be sick, but enough to hurt for hours on end. All the water and Vitamin B couldn't save me that day. I came close to bailing on my DND game. It turns out I should have bailed, as my character met and ugly demise in the first encounter. I somehow managed to come up with a concept (all my ideas from weeks before couldn't penetrate my befuddled brain). Between the last session and this one, two other characters died, and one should have. We are in danger of losing our plot, and there is a lot more intergroup tension at the moment. It's troubling. I ended the night with a Thai massage from an old friend. Thai massage is very involved, like nothing I've tried before, but very interesting. I'd definitely try it again.
The drive up to New Hampshire Saturday should have been a breeze, but for some reason traffic slowed to a crawl as I reached the border. Several minutes were spent at a standstill on the Interstate (a condition I hate). I picked up the new Warhammer boxed game and swung by the liquor store for party supplies. The total savings was about fifteen dollars. Does that save me that much for the travel time and gas consumed? I'm too tired to do the math right now. There was more shopping, and assembling models at Matt's house, then more shopping, then home. There was a birthday party to go to, but at this point I quite tired, and ... not quite up to the chaos that usually accompanies said birthday party. Home it was, for Surrogates and more assembling, and sleep. Surrogates was pretty simple, but hardly as bad as people made it out to be. Plus, it was filmed in Boston. It's always fun seeing familiar places on the screen.
Party prep went pretty smoothly, until it was time to move the grill downstairs. After six years of cookouts, our landlord finally told us we couldn't have the grill out back. We assembled it on the porch when we bought it, and I found that it was too big for the stairs. While my friends were eager to tie some rope around it and lower it to the ground, I decided to try detaching the wings, and lo! It fit down the stairs. That was not the end of the adventure, though. The grill wouldn't stay lit, despite changing both of the propane tanks. I found one of the hoses was loose (and expelling propane). Once I tightened it up, the pressure returned and the cook out was saved! We had a nice steady group of people. My office turned into a carnival ride for a while, which made Amber and Sophia very happy. The party rolled on and on, and then suddenly it was morning. I disappeared something around eleven, though there was a nice crowd until three. Oops.
The hang over was vicious, not enough to be sick, but enough to hurt for hours on end. All the water and Vitamin B couldn't save me that day. I came close to bailing on my DND game. It turns out I should have bailed, as my character met and ugly demise in the first encounter. I somehow managed to come up with a concept (all my ideas from weeks before couldn't penetrate my befuddled brain). Between the last session and this one, two other characters died, and one should have. We are in danger of losing our plot, and there is a lot more intergroup tension at the moment. It's troubling. I ended the night with a Thai massage from an old friend. Thai massage is very involved, like nothing I've tried before, but very interesting. I'd definitely try it again.