Double-oh-zero.
In last night's dreams I was a secret agent, spending most of my time on an island filled with fabulous mansions all hosting black-tie parties and surrounded by small cabañas serving complimentary drinks..
Apparently I had a license to duck and cover, because when the gun-toting heavies showed up I couldn't help but notice a shortcoming in my "secret agent equipment list" -- I had no guns. But that was okay, because there were lots of secret passages to discover -- and the cabañas were still serving drinks.
After "extraction" (I swam to the mainland) it was back to headquarters -- with a rest-of-the-night stop in a house I've never been too, discussing miniature games with my friends who don't like said games, and more drinks.
Maybe a bit too much Danger 5 in my life right now.
Doug.
Apparently I had a license to duck and cover, because when the gun-toting heavies showed up I couldn't help but notice a shortcoming in my "secret agent equipment list" -- I had no guns. But that was okay, because there were lots of secret passages to discover -- and the cabañas were still serving drinks.
After "extraction" (I swam to the mainland) it was back to headquarters -- with a rest-of-the-night stop in a house I've never been too, discussing miniature games with my friends who don't like said games, and more drinks.
Maybe a bit too much Danger 5 in my life right now.
Doug.