I wake up feeling like a human being again. Hail Mary full of grace. But I have managed to oversleep the Empire of the Petal Throne game being run by Steve Coldseason no less.
Arrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh. I am making that noise as I type.
|Never, never mix these two things.|
Slapping on some pants, I go down to eat more bacon (which literally slides off my plate onto the floor due to my transgression). Wandering around the tables I hear the sound of sobbing. I find that Cyclopean fellar from SoCal moaning forlornly over the no-show hungover players in his own game. Fortunately The Boy and Gamey Dad show up and I slip out without having to fake anymore empathy.
(I am actually sad not to have played in his OD&D, Planetscape, World of Synnibar mash-up game in retrospect).
The rest of Sunday was taken up with serious business--mostly trying to belatedly get in my Tekumel fix with a short, yet intense round of jibber jabber with Victor Rayray, Jeff D and Manda. I thus have nothing more to amusing to say about the rest of that fateful day at the Con. Look forward to some smashing interviews though.
|Someone decapitated my Con mini in retaliation.|
God tries to kill us for the bacon thing by having an elderly gentleman ram our little Focus off the highway. For good karma, we stop at the Asperger Syndrome Foundation headquarters and make a donation in the name of a gentleman we know from Dragonsfoot.
One hour later I am put in a good mood by my people's comfort food, kolaches, at the famed Czech Stop in West.
|One box of Czech Soul Food coming up.|
And that, my friends, was the way is was.