Mar. 30th, 2008

jazzfish: an open bottle of ether, and George conked out (Ether George)
I treated it basically the same way I treated it last year: as a boardgaming room that happened to have a dealer's room attached. This worked out okay in McBryde, actually, although having to leave every evening at eleven was bloody frustrating. As was the chilliness on Sunday. (Might have been a bit less of a problem if I'd thought to steal my jacket back from [livejournal.com profile] uilos, but it literally never ocurred to me that I even had a jacket.)

As [livejournal.com profile] mikailborg says, the Microtel contains the smallest hotel rooms I have ever seen. They are adorable, and almost unbelievably space-efficient. Ours had a window seat. Very very cool.

Lots of good gaming with [livejournal.com profile] jsciv, [livejournal.com profile] nevalkarion, [livejournal.com profile] rbandrews, and a host of other people I don't see often (and some I do). The now-traditional Satyrday night Zeppoli's pilgrimage went well. And may I say that Zeppoli's is a fantastic place to eat even apart from the amazing food: they seated a party of nine gamers on the night of Ring Dance almost immediately, and split the check with no fuss whatsoever.

Friday night [livejournal.com profile] uilos and I went out to Pandapas for a picnicish dinner. No beavers, but the Wall Of Frog was out in full force.

More ugly engineering buildings spring up every time I see the Tech campus. (You can read that as "Additional engineering buildings which are ugly" or "Engineering buildings which are even more ugly than the previous ones.")

Saw a couple of groundhogs, one furry black thing with a big tail (mink?), and a handful of hawks, including one perching on the power lines over the interstate, scanning the median for mice.

I've missed the mountains and trees something fierce. Definitely time to start planning for camping trips again.

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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