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Spooky Pandamonium draws to a close
Oct. 31st, 2011 04:55 pmThursday night I was a martini hero. When one bartender said they were out of olives at Temple, I went upstairs and ordered a dirty martini and swapped it for a mudslide. My effort made quite an impression. The rest of the night was fun, especially the dancing with Alessandra at the end of the night. The only bad part about the evening were the two attractive lesbians who kept following me around and making out in the corner of my vision. Do not want, thankyouverymuch.
Friday night brought more costumes and more dancing at Devil's Night. I left a little early to visit another party. Amusing highlight was some mystery monster grabbing at my legs from under the kitchen table.
Saturday I caught up on the second half of True Blood, then helped my roommate winterize the apartment. We were just in time for the Big Trick: several inches of wet mushy snow that blanketed the Northeast. We were lucky to catch so little of it, compared to friends who are without power. We passed a fire in action at Teele Sq. that burned down the dry cleaners, chinese place, and a nail salon. It's unknown if Rudy's was affected too. The costume party was chilled and relaxed, the room bathed in a warm red glow. Ten minutes after arriving I realized I should have stayed home as I was dead tired and beyond social. Some friends stopped by to check in on me, and I was touched, but nothing serious was wrong. I somehow endured until two, when my roommate's allergies seriously kicked in. Back through the slush for sleep.
I couldn't get enough sleep on Sunday. Our game consisted of a lot of shopping, traveling, and talking. I think it's been three sessions (almost two months) since we've had any real combat. Fortunaly we will start next time with a big fight, it's long overdue. We are doing Big Things in our story, but at that point I'd rather have been sleeping.
Today I have a bad case of the Mondays. My Sunday date is too busy to hang out. My bartender hasn't texted me back in a week, and the other girl in question isn't texting either. If I do manage to make it out to Ceremony, I'll calling in some hug markers.
Friday night brought more costumes and more dancing at Devil's Night. I left a little early to visit another party. Amusing highlight was some mystery monster grabbing at my legs from under the kitchen table.
Saturday I caught up on the second half of True Blood, then helped my roommate winterize the apartment. We were just in time for the Big Trick: several inches of wet mushy snow that blanketed the Northeast. We were lucky to catch so little of it, compared to friends who are without power. We passed a fire in action at Teele Sq. that burned down the dry cleaners, chinese place, and a nail salon. It's unknown if Rudy's was affected too. The costume party was chilled and relaxed, the room bathed in a warm red glow. Ten minutes after arriving I realized I should have stayed home as I was dead tired and beyond social. Some friends stopped by to check in on me, and I was touched, but nothing serious was wrong. I somehow endured until two, when my roommate's allergies seriously kicked in. Back through the slush for sleep.
I couldn't get enough sleep on Sunday. Our game consisted of a lot of shopping, traveling, and talking. I think it's been three sessions (almost two months) since we've had any real combat. Fortunaly we will start next time with a big fight, it's long overdue. We are doing Big Things in our story, but at that point I'd rather have been sleeping.
Today I have a bad case of the Mondays. My Sunday date is too busy to hang out. My bartender hasn't texted me back in a week, and the other girl in question isn't texting either. If I do manage to make it out to Ceremony, I'll calling in some hug markers.
