Back home

I made it back home, safe and sound. My driver’s licence didn’t, but the Denver airport has twarted it’s second escape attempt in as many days, and I should have it back soon. I think I’m going to have to refresh the tape on the card pocket in my wallet.

In spite of being completely out of sync with every one else’s travel schedule, (I needed to catch up on my reading anyway) the gathering itself was a grand old time. I got introduced to (and utterly trounced by) the legendary Talisman, discovered my complete inaptitude for MyWord, corrupted the group with Wits & Wagers, and got in a game of Castle of Magic, although my skills of manipulation are quite isufficent to pull off The Monster.

The main thing was the people of course. It was very much an intergenerational affair, as college years go, and I’d never met many of the people before. Not that it made much difference during the weekend, and many of these once-strangers were exchanging hugs as we returned to our respective homes.

6 Comments

  1. kyrielle says:

    Glad to hear you made it home okay, and that your driver’s license will catch up. It was great to see you!

    And honestly, I think you did fairly well as the monster. I didn’t suspect/realize, until it was said out loud. And you still had someone defending you and swearing you weren’t, even then. That’s not too shabby!

  2. But Justin cannot be the monster! He is too harmless and innocent by far!

  3. admin says:

    Yes, but I suspect I would have needed more than one. Unfortunately, I’d have to be either lucky or get a lot of information early to craft an achievable cover story.

  4. admin says:

    Yes, I’m doing much better in this game… err.. um… *tries to whistle, fails*

    We missed you dear :-(

  5. kyrielle says:

    Yep. You did fairly well, though; the monster is always a bit difficult. You had a shot for a lot longer than I would have expected. (And you came much closer to your goal than I did mine, and I was just a mostly-harmless eagle lord!)

  6. I was that mad when I realized you were going to be there and I wouldn’t get to see you. Next time, hopefully.