…before he took a powder
An Anvil Fell On My Head
Well, ok, it was an anvil made outta Guinness, but I woke up with my head throbbing all the same. Oh, wither that young lad who could imbibe strong drink until the wee hours?
Played in a Monster Island slugfest last night and got my ass handed to me. Stoopid MechaGodzilla and stoopid low rolling dice!
Wandered around a bit and once again I must give props to the mini/wargamers who build all that wicked cool terrain. My jealousy knows no bounds.
Talked to a few people, including a very nice young lady and her friend who found my tales of the gamer lifestyle to be pretty funny. So funny, in fact, that at one point they had to collapse into nearby chairs to laugh without falling.
Well, it’s about time to start clearing out of the room and then doing a tad more conning before we leave around 2 PM. I’ll write more tonight.