my life recently... with pictures!
Yes, that's me. And yes, I do believe I gave everyone the heebie-jeebies for a solid two hours or so by playing that character. "Has anyone seen my husband...?"
The KoNY storyteller staff took the empty canvas of a hotel ballroom and painted a kick-ass Festivo upon it. We had lots of people, we ate lots of food, we had lots of fun, and All Was Good. We got to see some awesome friends of ours who honored us greatly by driving half-way across the country for our game.
Here are some decent pictures of game that various people took. You should look at them because one day they made be good blackmail material for many people you know. There are also naked girls.
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271555.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271201.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271066.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/270697.html
Okay, you caught me. There weren't ACTUALLY naked girls, but I thought reading that might whet your appetite. For pictures. And here is AST Ev's VERY thorough account:
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/268822.html#cutid1
Due to some silly impulsiveness on my part this past weekend, I also spent some time wandering about the streets of New York, ceaselessly yelling, "Stella! Stella!" Yes, I did get a few strange looks from passerby, not to mention propositions from several ladies named Stella who I had to graciously turn down, but I didn't get to see who I really wanted to.
At some point this weekend I am driving back to my homeland, the West Side (of Connecticut, that is) for my Father's birthday. I made him something really cool. Yes, I MADE him something. But because I'm a little bit older than five, it's better than finger-painting or popsicle-stick and pipe-cleaner art. Okay, so maybe not MUCH better, but I did work on it for a while and it will mean something to my Dad.
On a more serious note, Geoff's grandmother passed away a few days ago, so he just flew back to Minnesota to be with his family. So be even more extra-special nice to him than you usually are. He gets to be a pall-bearer twice in one year. I guess he's lucky that way in the sense that he's really NOT lucky that way...
The KoNY storyteller staff took the empty canvas of a hotel ballroom and painted a kick-ass Festivo upon it. We had lots of people, we ate lots of food, we had lots of fun, and All Was Good. We got to see some awesome friends of ours who honored us greatly by driving half-way across the country for our game.
Here are some decent pictures of game that various people took. You should look at them because one day they made be good blackmail material for many people you know. There are also naked girls.
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271555.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271201.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/271066.html
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/270697.html
Okay, you caught me. There weren't ACTUALLY naked girls, but I thought reading that might whet your appetite. For pictures. And here is AST Ev's VERY thorough account:
http://jaborwhalky.livejournal.com/268822.html#cutid1
Due to some silly impulsiveness on my part this past weekend, I also spent some time wandering about the streets of New York, ceaselessly yelling, "Stella! Stella!" Yes, I did get a few strange looks from passerby, not to mention propositions from several ladies named Stella who I had to graciously turn down, but I didn't get to see who I really wanted to.
At some point this weekend I am driving back to my homeland, the West Side (of Connecticut, that is) for my Father's birthday. I made him something really cool. Yes, I MADE him something. But because I'm a little bit older than five, it's better than finger-painting or popsicle-stick and pipe-cleaner art. Okay, so maybe not MUCH better, but I did work on it for a while and it will mean something to my Dad.
On a more serious note, Geoff's grandmother passed away a few days ago, so he just flew back to Minnesota to be with his family. So be even more extra-special nice to him than you usually are. He gets to be a pall-bearer twice in one year. I guess he's lucky that way in the sense that he's really NOT lucky that way...