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edgFriday: I did not go in to work. I'd already put in 44 hours that week, and my boss told me to take Friday off. I was grateful; I needed the time off. I'd decided to honest-to-goodness take the day off: spend it however I wanted, without regard to what other people wanted me to do.
So much for that idea. My parents were having a party on Friday night (I knew about this; they'd told me several weeks ago, I'd just forgotten), and as soon as I got up they asked me to help them clean the house. Now, frustratingly, that's not exactly the kind of thing to which you can say no, especially when some of the mess is yours; never mind that I didn't have any intention of attending the party for which they were busy preparing. So I spent a while straightening, sweeping, and generally getting things in order. Every time I thought I'd finished, someone would come up to me and tell me to do something else.
The worst part of it, though, was the beginning. I did manage to get up late, but the first time I saw each other member of the family, the answer was the same:
"Not going to work today?"
"Nope. Worked too long earlier in the week, so my boss told me to stay home today."
"Okay. If you're going to be around, you have to help clean up."
All four of them, almost verbatim. It was like they'd rehearsed it.
I should note here that I did get some relaxing done. It wasn't nearly enough, though.
At about 6 PM (an hour and a half before guests were supposed to arrive), I took off and went down to Moe's house. For what it's worth, that's about an hour's drive. We chatted for a few hours, and then I returned home when I thought people would be gone. Not so: everybody was still at my parents' house when I drove up. The reason I left was so I didn't have to deal with these people; I don't dislike them, but I am extremely uncomfortable around them. I hate having to put up a false front of cheer, and I hate having to make conversation with people with whom I have absolutely nothing in common.
Fortunately, I managed to extract myself fairly painlessly when one of the people I was talking to decided that it was almost bedtime and he had to leave; it was sort of like jumping out of the enclosure as the gate is closing. I don't think anybody noticed me going to bed.
Saturday: It speaks volumes for Saturday that even though I remember getting up around 8 AM and leaving the house at about 12:30 PM, I don't remember anything that happened in between. I'm pretty sure no alcohol was involved, though. I went early to Moe's Saturday game because I'd thought that Cam and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
edge_ronin were going to be showing up; turns out Cam was going to be late (like, 4 PM late), and edge_ronin had things he needed to do before Christmas Eve, so he didn't make it to either game this weekend. However, I did take advantage of the extra time I had to make some Lemon Pecan Squares (neglecting, of course, to remember the lemon bit; they still tasted lemony, though, oddly enough), which were a hit at the game. I'm going to have to make more next time; unfortunately, pecans are bloody expensive.
The game was okay; we spent most of it plotting, instead of actually doing things, which bothered me a little. There was a lot of talking, much of it by the GM (that'd be Moe), which also bothered me, but I consoled myself by building (and spending the points for) a new artifact, so all was not lost. Afterward, I inflicted the Powerpuff Girls movie on Eric, Moe, Sarah, Steve (Sarah's boyfriend), and - I think - Jamie, although she might not have been around. Much entertainment ensued.
Then, like the idiot that I am, I drove home. (Two hours and 110 miles tagged onto my driving time and odometer, respectively.)
Sunday: Got up at 9 AM and actually got to be lazy most of the day, although I did walk and use the rowing machine, which I should be doing every day. I spent some of Sunday digging through old books, and managed to dig out my copies of Shadowrun 3E and Phule's Company. Then, at 2 PM, I headed back down to DC.
Eric's game was... well, not what I'd expected. I think I actually got more face time than anybody else in the party, and probably more face time than the rest of my experience in that game, cumulative, to date, and yet I'm still not satisfied with the game. (<In Nomine geeking>I suppose it's because, as an Elohite, I'm supposed to be the objective and analytical one, and yet I keep getting in trouble for being objective and analytical. Last night I did it to an Archangel (Laurence), who decided to take offense at it.</In Nomine geeking> I feel like I'm being punished for playing my character, which isn't the way it's supposed to work.
More on that later.
Before the game, Moe and I had stopped at the used bookstore in the same shopping center. He'd wanted to pick up Christmas presents; I'd just wanted to browse and see if I could find anything interesting. It turned out, however, that someone had recently unloaded a metric ton of near-mint GURPS books, including the most recent hardcover core rules, CI, CII, Discworld, Magic, Spirits, Religion, Ogre... the list goes on. Moe picked up the core rules, CI, CII, and Magic. CII he gave to me as a Christmas present, CI and Magic he's going to give to Sarah, and the core rules... well, he doesn't quite know what he's going to do with those. They were all half-price, though, so how could he resist?
On my own initiative, I picked up BESM2ERev, which should make me happy if I ever get a chance to look at it!
So all in all, Sunday was a good day for acquiring gaming books. (Apparently I'd been prescient; the copy of SR3 was not the copy I thought I'd had. It seems that I ordered it from the bookstore I used to work at more than a year and a half ago (the label listed its arrival in the 18th week of 2001), and then promptly forgot that I'd done that and started thinking that it was the copy I originally bought back when SR3 was first released. Weird.)
Now, back at work. Huzzah!
So much for that idea. My parents were having a party on Friday night (I knew about this; they'd told me several weeks ago, I'd just forgotten), and as soon as I got up they asked me to help them clean the house. Now, frustratingly, that's not exactly the kind of thing to which you can say no, especially when some of the mess is yours; never mind that I didn't have any intention of attending the party for which they were busy preparing. So I spent a while straightening, sweeping, and generally getting things in order. Every time I thought I'd finished, someone would come up to me and tell me to do something else.
The worst part of it, though, was the beginning. I did manage to get up late, but the first time I saw each other member of the family, the answer was the same:
"Not going to work today?"
"Nope. Worked too long earlier in the week, so my boss told me to stay home today."
"Okay. If you're going to be around, you have to help clean up."
All four of them, almost verbatim. It was like they'd rehearsed it.
I should note here that I did get some relaxing done. It wasn't nearly enough, though.
At about 6 PM (an hour and a half before guests were supposed to arrive), I took off and went down to Moe's house. For what it's worth, that's about an hour's drive. We chatted for a few hours, and then I returned home when I thought people would be gone. Not so: everybody was still at my parents' house when I drove up. The reason I left was so I didn't have to deal with these people; I don't dislike them, but I am extremely uncomfortable around them. I hate having to put up a false front of cheer, and I hate having to make conversation with people with whom I have absolutely nothing in common.
Fortunately, I managed to extract myself fairly painlessly when one of the people I was talking to decided that it was almost bedtime and he had to leave; it was sort of like jumping out of the enclosure as the gate is closing. I don't think anybody noticed me going to bed.
Saturday: It speaks volumes for Saturday that even though I remember getting up around 8 AM and leaving the house at about 12:30 PM, I don't remember anything that happened in between. I'm pretty sure no alcohol was involved, though. I went early to Moe's Saturday game because I'd thought that Cam and
edge_ronin were going to be showing up; turns out Cam was going to be late (like, 4 PM late), and edge_ronin had things he needed to do before Christmas Eve, so he didn't make it to either game this weekend. However, I did take advantage of the extra time I had to make some Lemon Pecan Squares (neglecting, of course, to remember the lemon bit; they still tasted lemony, though, oddly enough), which were a hit at the game. I'm going to have to make more next time; unfortunately, pecans are bloody expensive.The game was okay; we spent most of it plotting, instead of actually doing things, which bothered me a little. There was a lot of talking, much of it by the GM (that'd be Moe), which also bothered me, but I consoled myself by building (and spending the points for) a new artifact, so all was not lost. Afterward, I inflicted the Powerpuff Girls movie on Eric, Moe, Sarah, Steve (Sarah's boyfriend), and - I think - Jamie, although she might not have been around. Much entertainment ensued.
Then, like the idiot that I am, I drove home. (Two hours and 110 miles tagged onto my driving time and odometer, respectively.)
Sunday: Got up at 9 AM and actually got to be lazy most of the day, although I did walk and use the rowing machine, which I should be doing every day. I spent some of Sunday digging through old books, and managed to dig out my copies of Shadowrun 3E and Phule's Company. Then, at 2 PM, I headed back down to DC.
Eric's game was... well, not what I'd expected. I think I actually got more face time than anybody else in the party, and probably more face time than the rest of my experience in that game, cumulative, to date, and yet I'm still not satisfied with the game. (<In Nomine geeking>I suppose it's because, as an Elohite, I'm supposed to be the objective and analytical one, and yet I keep getting in trouble for being objective and analytical. Last night I did it to an Archangel (Laurence), who decided to take offense at it.</In Nomine geeking> I feel like I'm being punished for playing my character, which isn't the way it's supposed to work.
More on that later.
Before the game, Moe and I had stopped at the used bookstore in the same shopping center. He'd wanted to pick up Christmas presents; I'd just wanted to browse and see if I could find anything interesting. It turned out, however, that someone had recently unloaded a metric ton of near-mint GURPS books, including the most recent hardcover core rules, CI, CII, Discworld, Magic, Spirits, Religion, Ogre... the list goes on. Moe picked up the core rules, CI, CII, and Magic. CII he gave to me as a Christmas present, CI and Magic he's going to give to Sarah, and the core rules... well, he doesn't quite know what he's going to do with those. They were all half-price, though, so how could he resist?
On my own initiative, I picked up BESM2ERev, which should make me happy if I ever get a chance to look at it!
So all in all, Sunday was a good day for acquiring gaming books. (Apparently I'd been prescient; the copy of SR3 was not the copy I thought I'd had. It seems that I ordered it from the bookstore I used to work at more than a year and a half ago (the label listed its arrival in the 18th week of 2001), and then promptly forgot that I'd done that and started thinking that it was the copy I originally bought back when SR3 was first released. Weird.)
Now, back at work. Huzzah!
