Old Home Weekend
Since Bean! is in town, we've been able to have both him and Ryan over a lot lately. Matt isn't here, and electorprince really isn't a stand-in, but a separate character so we still feel a Matt-shaped hole in our lives.
We've kept the first couple of days easily. E-prince is enjoying watching americanstd and Ryan play Dante's Inferno and he and I watched "Call of Cthulhu" on Netflix.
Remember how I used to complain about Ryan and americanstd going on and on and on about Final Fantasy XI for hours on end? I got my just revenge by having E-prince and Ryan go on and on and on about "Song of Ice and Fire" of which all three of us are nutty fans. We plan to go to Mysterious Galaxy on Wednesday to hear grrm read from "Dance of Dragons". We have been scheming how to make the old guy finish the damn thing; he's tormented us for long enough.
Yesterday was July 4 and it was totally about old times. Bean! had been drinking since 10 a.m. and passed out on the bed. Steve barbecued steaks and some kabobs I'd made. Ryan drank beer. We played video games. E-prince and I stood outside listening to fireworks and reminiscing about taking mortar fire in the Middle East.
That's something that's meant a huge amount to me. electorprince arrived in uniform, so I met him in uniform. He made a pistol-shot motion at me on the escalator down from the gates, I shot him the middle finger and we embraced. After a later dinner at Saguaro's, Steve went to play Final Fantasy as E-prince and I retired to the deck with rum to talk about what I refer to as My Little Incident. I'm not going to recount the contents of our conversation, because that's between the two of us, but dear gods it's good to have someone who utterly and completely "got" what was going on in my head that night I sent Steve the e-mail that caused Shit To Go Down. Even though he hates the term "battle buddy" he is mine and I love him for it.
Steve has work tomorrow, so the E-prince and I are going to see the Tarim mummies at the Bowers Museum. I've sent in most of my paperwork that the 78th needs and I should be completing my transfer to the 11th in the next couple of days.
We've kept the first couple of days easily. E-prince is enjoying watching americanstd and Ryan play Dante's Inferno and he and I watched "Call of Cthulhu" on Netflix.
Remember how I used to complain about Ryan and americanstd going on and on and on about Final Fantasy XI for hours on end? I got my just revenge by having E-prince and Ryan go on and on and on about "Song of Ice and Fire" of which all three of us are nutty fans. We plan to go to Mysterious Galaxy on Wednesday to hear grrm read from "Dance of Dragons". We have been scheming how to make the old guy finish the damn thing; he's tormented us for long enough.
Yesterday was July 4 and it was totally about old times. Bean! had been drinking since 10 a.m. and passed out on the bed. Steve barbecued steaks and some kabobs I'd made. Ryan drank beer. We played video games. E-prince and I stood outside listening to fireworks and reminiscing about taking mortar fire in the Middle East.
That's something that's meant a huge amount to me. electorprince arrived in uniform, so I met him in uniform. He made a pistol-shot motion at me on the escalator down from the gates, I shot him the middle finger and we embraced. After a later dinner at Saguaro's, Steve went to play Final Fantasy as E-prince and I retired to the deck with rum to talk about what I refer to as My Little Incident. I'm not going to recount the contents of our conversation, because that's between the two of us, but dear gods it's good to have someone who utterly and completely "got" what was going on in my head that night I sent Steve the e-mail that caused Shit To Go Down. Even though he hates the term "battle buddy" he is mine and I love him for it.
Steve has work tomorrow, so the E-prince and I are going to see the Tarim mummies at the Bowers Museum. I've sent in most of my paperwork that the 78th needs and I should be completing my transfer to the 11th in the next couple of days.