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Feb. 1st, 2015 10:51 pm
Snowbinding!
Wasn't sure the game was going to come off today. Not due to weather (please, we're Chicagoans!) but because the GM's new roomies were moving in. I was prepared to host if need be--I was really counting on the diversion in advance of Tuesday's operation--but fortunately for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu it didn't come to that because one of the other players made the offer first. And not only that, I realise now that I think about it that it was the player most convenient to me. But although he's the same distance as vianegativa, he lives closer to the Lake. Snow had been falling softly since the night before, but it wasn't until after noon that the winds began picking up force. Still, it was an easy walk over up until the last block. The winds through the alley paralleling the viaduct were nasty and had covered the path in about a foot of drifts.
For reasons never fully explained but apparently involving a shopping trip, the GM arrived late, which allowed us about 45 minutes of slightly awkward chat. His soon-to-be roomie (not one of the movers-in) had found a cellphone in the snow which he placed on the table. About ten minutes into the game, it rang and what should've been a terse exchange--"Here's the address, come pick it up" became ridiculously protracted. They were close enough it actually took less time for them to actually come and fetch the phone than for us to explain to them where the hell it was.
It was another satisfying session (although I do hope we have one soon which doesn't revolve almost entirely around a single combat) and we went an extra hour to compensate for the delayed start. We'd already agreed to have dinner together anyway, so no spousal negotiations were need. When bopNgrill didn't answer their phone, I volunteered to go out around the corner and check it out. The benjamin of the group volunteered to come with, and took the precaution of soliciting a Chipotle order as well.
Good thing, too; the burger place was closed and had been since 4 p.m. Next door--whether on account of the snow, the sportsball, or both--there were more employees than customers and the manager was out front finishing up a six-foot snowman. In what resembled a reality-show challenge, my companion dashed back and forth in the food line reading off orders for the group. Since he was worried about stumbling on the way home, I took both bags.
We came back to find the game on but no one paying it much mind. Until the halftime show, that is. ("I'll take 'Ways To Tell Everyone In the Room Is Gay' for $100, Alex".) There was so much to love, from the trippy H.R. Puffinstuff-inspired "California Girls" (does it count as jumping the shark if your backup dancers are but you don't actually leap over one?) to a totally respectable performance from Missy Elliott. Not long after, we girded ourselves against the elements and headed out.
The drifts were deeper and more frequent walking home, but at least the wind was at my back. It was eerie to see the streets so empty so early. Two or three times, I thought I might have to stop and help someone unstick their car, but they managed to rock themselves into forward motion. Our street was so changed, I was halfway across it before I recognised it. I knew I was back when I saw how clear the sidewalks were; Scooter's out there right now, in fact, giving them another pass.
But no snow day for me tomorrow. Can't really complain about that although the commute in is going to be no damn fun at all. But how disappointed would we be if we'd gone the whole winter without one really solid snowstorm?
monshu it didn't come to that because one of the other players made the offer first. And not only that, I realise now that I think about it that it was the player most convenient to me. But although he's the same distance as vianegativa, he lives closer to the Lake. Snow had been falling softly since the night before, but it wasn't until after noon that the winds began picking up force. Still, it was an easy walk over up until the last block. The winds through the alley paralleling the viaduct were nasty and had covered the path in about a foot of drifts.For reasons never fully explained but apparently involving a shopping trip, the GM arrived late, which allowed us about 45 minutes of slightly awkward chat. His soon-to-be roomie (not one of the movers-in) had found a cellphone in the snow which he placed on the table. About ten minutes into the game, it rang and what should've been a terse exchange--"Here's the address, come pick it up" became ridiculously protracted. They were close enough it actually took less time for them to actually come and fetch the phone than for us to explain to them where the hell it was.
It was another satisfying session (although I do hope we have one soon which doesn't revolve almost entirely around a single combat) and we went an extra hour to compensate for the delayed start. We'd already agreed to have dinner together anyway, so no spousal negotiations were need. When bopNgrill didn't answer their phone, I volunteered to go out around the corner and check it out. The benjamin of the group volunteered to come with, and took the precaution of soliciting a Chipotle order as well.
Good thing, too; the burger place was closed and had been since 4 p.m. Next door--whether on account of the snow, the sportsball, or both--there were more employees than customers and the manager was out front finishing up a six-foot snowman. In what resembled a reality-show challenge, my companion dashed back and forth in the food line reading off orders for the group. Since he was worried about stumbling on the way home, I took both bags.
We came back to find the game on but no one paying it much mind. Until the halftime show, that is. ("I'll take 'Ways To Tell Everyone In the Room Is Gay' for $100, Alex".) There was so much to love, from the trippy H.R. Puffinstuff-inspired "California Girls" (does it count as jumping the shark if your backup dancers are but you don't actually leap over one?) to a totally respectable performance from Missy Elliott. Not long after, we girded ourselves against the elements and headed out.
The drifts were deeper and more frequent walking home, but at least the wind was at my back. It was eerie to see the streets so empty so early. Two or three times, I thought I might have to stop and help someone unstick their car, but they managed to rock themselves into forward motion. Our street was so changed, I was halfway across it before I recognised it. I knew I was back when I saw how clear the sidewalks were; Scooter's out there right now, in fact, giving them another pass.
But no snow day for me tomorrow. Can't really complain about that although the commute in is going to be no damn fun at all. But how disappointed would we be if we'd gone the whole winter without one really solid snowstorm?