The weekend felt very long somehow, despite Mr Migraine spoiling most of my Thursday and threatening to come back on Saturday. We played an interesting game of Arkham Horror against Yog-Sothoth where things were relatively quiet in Dunwich. While we were doing that, Bimfoodle played outside a lot (to make sure he wouldn't attack my friends) and ended up going into a murderous rage against a fat stripey cat who dared saunter into his yard.
Today, Hubbie will be off to Hamburg but I won't be lonely at home tonight. Tomorrow I have an extra day off just because I can, and on Wednesday we'll finally play Shadowrun again. Thursday is 17 January 2013, which means we've been together for ten years. So we'll be dining in style to celebrate. Friday will be blissfully quiet, which is good, because the weekend is packed with Badgers Business prep, a Maerquin Meeting and our Pathfinder campaign.
Next week is Badgers Business' Firefly event called High Stakes. The costumes are ready, the NPCs are ready, the plot is ready and I'm nervous as can be. We'll be pretending that Kampeerboerderij Ons Thuis is a spaceship called BlackJack where we'll host a poker tournament where the guests range from high-ranking Alliance officers and successful companions to mobsters and independent entrepreneurs with browncoat sympathies. And my role is to make sure the tournament is festive and casinoey as planned, despite the murder plots, blackmail and extortion going on. Well, you guys know I like an organisational challenge, right?
Today, Hubbie will be off to Hamburg but I won't be lonely at home tonight. Tomorrow I have an extra day off just because I can, and on Wednesday we'll finally play Shadowrun again. Thursday is 17 January 2013, which means we've been together for ten years. So we'll be dining in style to celebrate. Friday will be blissfully quiet, which is good, because the weekend is packed with Badgers Business prep, a Maerquin Meeting and our Pathfinder campaign.
Next week is Badgers Business' Firefly event called High Stakes. The costumes are ready, the NPCs are ready, the plot is ready and I'm nervous as can be. We'll be pretending that Kampeerboerderij Ons Thuis is a spaceship called BlackJack where we'll host a poker tournament where the guests range from high-ranking Alliance officers and successful companions to mobsters and independent entrepreneurs with browncoat sympathies. And my role is to make sure the tournament is festive and casinoey as planned, despite the murder plots, blackmail and extortion going on. Well, you guys know I like an organisational challenge, right?
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