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.