8 to 50 -- 2002
By now, I was starting to get more than a little disenchanted with the Camarilla, or at least our local chapter. For one thing, we kept getting out of town visitors who tended to monopolize the game. The one away game I ever went to, five of us drove up to Jacksonville (2+ hours each way), and before we could start LARPing, we had to get our characters vetted by the GM there...except he was busy moderating some fucking thing, which took an hour, at which time, he declared game over. On learning he had visitors, he graciously went "Game on!" for all of a half-hour. I didn't get a chance to do anything at all, and I gave up on the kindred venue completely. I doggedly hung in with garou play, no pun intended, but that had its pitfalls, too. Meh, it's not like it matters NOW.
HWSNBN was working loading truck for a local bakery. It was more or less third shift---he left around 10 PM and got in, depending on the workload, any time between 4 AM and 6:30. And he's fucking lucky I didn't KILL him, because in the winter, I'd be all warm and sleeping and he'd come in and shove his hands against my back to warm them up.
Seriously, I mentioned passive-aggressive? If I had a button, that fucker would press it just to stir things up. Wake me up like that, tickle me, which I made it clear that I hated, and worst yet, pull my hair. He wanted me to grow it out, and disapproved mightily of the fact that it kept getting shorter and shorter. Well, duh. I damn near had a crewcut by the end.
That Christmas, since we were both working and had ample money coming in to cover the bills, we got annual passes to Univeral Studios in Orlando. Christmas fell on a Wednesday that year. The 24th was my company's Christmas party, so it was only a half-day. He worked his usual schedule, getting home a little before 5:30. We went over to Orlando and got a motel room on I-Drive, so we could go right over to the park first thing in the morning.
There were hardly any crowds at all; at times, we were the only guests in sight. We visited Islands of Adventure---my first time---and had a lovely time. Somewhere, I have the best picture I ever took of HWSNBN, sitting on a polka-dotted egg in Seussville.
When I got back to work the next day, I was invigorated; Islands of Adventure had been a grand day out, and HWSNBN had been good company. Most of my co-workers were snarly about having to come in: They'd had crappy Christmases, or they were missing the after Christmas sales, and it was one chick's birthday, and they hadn't let her take it off. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet.
After that, romping over to the park for a day became fairly commonplace. There's a big multiplex there in addition to the theme parks, so we'd go jaunt around the park until I/we got tired, go take in a movie, then continue a while longer. My endurance wasn't great; I'm a stress eater, and I was under stress. I was edging cloer and closer to my all-time high.
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HWSNBN was working loading truck for a local bakery. It was more or less third shift---he left around 10 PM and got in, depending on the workload, any time between 4 AM and 6:30. And he's fucking lucky I didn't KILL him, because in the winter, I'd be all warm and sleeping and he'd come in and shove his hands against my back to warm them up.
Seriously, I mentioned passive-aggressive? If I had a button, that fucker would press it just to stir things up. Wake me up like that, tickle me, which I made it clear that I hated, and worst yet, pull my hair. He wanted me to grow it out, and disapproved mightily of the fact that it kept getting shorter and shorter. Well, duh. I damn near had a crewcut by the end.
That Christmas, since we were both working and had ample money coming in to cover the bills, we got annual passes to Univeral Studios in Orlando. Christmas fell on a Wednesday that year. The 24th was my company's Christmas party, so it was only a half-day. He worked his usual schedule, getting home a little before 5:30. We went over to Orlando and got a motel room on I-Drive, so we could go right over to the park first thing in the morning.
There were hardly any crowds at all; at times, we were the only guests in sight. We visited Islands of Adventure---my first time---and had a lovely time. Somewhere, I have the best picture I ever took of HWSNBN, sitting on a polka-dotted egg in Seussville.
When I got back to work the next day, I was invigorated; Islands of Adventure had been a grand day out, and HWSNBN had been good company. Most of my co-workers were snarly about having to come in: They'd had crappy Christmases, or they were missing the after Christmas sales, and it was one chick's birthday, and they hadn't let her take it off. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet.
After that, romping over to the park for a day became fairly commonplace. There's a big multiplex there in addition to the theme parks, so we'd go jaunt around the park until I/we got tired, go take in a movie, then continue a while longer. My endurance wasn't great; I'm a stress eater, and I was under stress. I was edging cloer and closer to my all-time high.
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