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Gods, I'm tired. But considering that this was the level of exhaustion I expected to feel this time yesterday, I'd say my energy levels are rising.
The Werewolf game in Virginia was absolutely incredible. I'm not going to attempt to put it into words right now: it deserves a full writeup. I doubt any other of these semi-annual games that I go to in the future will ever be as . . . as just amazing as this was. But lots of first experiences (shrooms, BiCamp, etc.) stand out in my mind as the best, and that doesn't exactly diminish my enthusiasm for experiencing such things again.
Last night, our wonderful standard-driver spiritseeker managed to get us to Providence before passing out. I didn't pause to catch my breath, I immediately booted up my eMac and looked up bus & train schedules. I was home at 3 am, but the nearest transport to Boston left at 5:25. So I had a leisurely shower before getting into a cab, then a commuter rail train, then the T, then another cab. Two cab rides in one day! I felt like a combination of a king and a jet-setter. I hadn't been on an adventure for months, and here I was jumping from one right into another!
I arrived in time to have a lovely morning and afternoon with my brother, sister (in-law, but I tend to drop such postscripts), two 4-year-old nephews, and my one-year-old neice, who I had not yet met. She's a charmer, and I've already started the "born with a silver brush in hand" treatment by teaching her some of the more complicated colour-names on her clothing and surroundings.
I'll continue this when I'm less of a crispy critter. Maybe after some of that new-fangled sleep stuff that everybody's talking about.
The Werewolf game in Virginia was absolutely incredible. I'm not going to attempt to put it into words right now: it deserves a full writeup. I doubt any other of these semi-annual games that I go to in the future will ever be as . . . as just amazing as this was. But lots of first experiences (shrooms, BiCamp, etc.) stand out in my mind as the best, and that doesn't exactly diminish my enthusiasm for experiencing such things again.
Last night, our wonderful standard-driver spiritseeker managed to get us to Providence before passing out. I didn't pause to catch my breath, I immediately booted up my eMac and looked up bus & train schedules. I was home at 3 am, but the nearest transport to Boston left at 5:25. So I had a leisurely shower before getting into a cab, then a commuter rail train, then the T, then another cab. Two cab rides in one day! I felt like a combination of a king and a jet-setter. I hadn't been on an adventure for months, and here I was jumping from one right into another!
I arrived in time to have a lovely morning and afternoon with my brother, sister (in-law, but I tend to drop such postscripts), two 4-year-old nephews, and my one-year-old neice, who I had not yet met. She's a charmer, and I've already started the "born with a silver brush in hand" treatment by teaching her some of the more complicated colour-names on her clothing and surroundings.
I'll continue this when I'm less of a crispy critter. Maybe after some of that new-fangled sleep stuff that everybody's talking about.