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Actually before I go on to the bits of our day that were just plain fucko bazoo... last night was pretty fun, actually. I met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morlock up by the northampton bickfords because he had an eye appointment (whereupon the eye doctor made a hilariously mistaken assumption concerning his engagement), and then we actually had Bickfords and went over to the f4rmh0u53 for an evening of computer tinkerage and vicarious D&Ding. Well, my D&Ding was vicarious anyway.
Boy howdy, it's been a while since I sat down with some dice and slipped into an identity not my own! Not since the old SODA group wrapped up our VtM tabletop. Somehow I just hadn't picked it up again, and not for lack of opportunity, as I've gotten invites to join several games, not to mentionathene keeps pestering me to go a-larping with her, even though I really don't think larping's my bag. I guess I just haven't really felt either ready or comfy enough with a group of people to game with them. I do miss it though, and at some point I would like to try D&D, if only to see if my prejudices are founded. but... yeah.
And you know the drive out wasn't so bad, really. We were on the pike, we had good music, there was singage (and I got complimented on my voice, something that always comes as a little bit of a shock as I haven't really let anyone hear me "sing" since high school...) there was breakfast (Dunkin' Donuts makes gingerbread donuts! Who knew?) and we were making really good time. And then we pass Worcester and suddenly there's this zhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrr
noise. Never fun to hear, especially on a section of the pike with perhaps enough shoulder for an ant to break down on. Maybe. (pretty trees though.)morlock pulls over, and whee, it's a flat. That noise? driving on rim at 70mph.
Anyway, we call AAA and sit. Finally some surly gut from the Mass Pike crew shows up and makesmorlock back up quite a bit so we're not so OMG close to the whizzing cars. Tire was duly changed, and we set out on our merry way, maybe half an hour behind schedule now. We were somewhat concerned about getting into the exhibit, as we had tickets for both 11:30 and 11:45, and by the time we got there it was 11:56. No problems were had though, see previous entry for mad gushage.
fast forward five hours where were having a fun little adventure called "how the hell do we get back on 90?" to the dulcet lilting tones of Group X. We have finally figured out the answer to that question, when suddenly kerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpa what the hell's THAT noise now?
morlock and sydneycat paw around the engine and under the car for a bit. (syd makes a cute gearhead...) Finding nothing, morlock keeps attempting to drive away but the noise returns after each time. he pulls into a gas station, AAA is called again, and I wandered off, not wanting to be in the way as he and syd continued to tinker with the car. They eventually find that the tire that blew this morning was being barely held on with its lugnuts - the guy from earlier didn't fasten them.
Grand.
morlock tightens those up, we discuss bitch slapping the mass pike crew, morlock cancels the AAA call that was placed, and we are all finally on our way.
About 3 miles from the Worcester text, playing music through the ipod, we hear zhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrr. Again. On the other side this time. We're in the ultra fast lane. *sigh*
Long story short here: had Shortbus towed to Hadley with me andmorlock accompanying it back, and sydneycat's friend millari coming out from Northampton to fetch her and sundart from Exit 11. On the way pass a message from the Powers That Be - "Yes, we were fucking with you, we're just kidding. Look at what happens when we're serious." Example being a multiple car accident in which one car was rolled over and smashed up all to batshit.
Oy.
Some "sharkbait! Hoohaha!"s for the day:
morlock's mom. Dude. AAA is fucking wonderful. This woman deserves flowers, but for now... Sharkbait! Hoohaha!
sydneycat. I don't care if you think it was by accident or what. You got down and dirty with the car, and eventually found what was wrong with the lugnuts. Sharkbait! Hoohaha!
millari, for going all the way out the Pike to exit 11 to rescue sydneycat and sunny, but also give me a ride home. Sharkbait! Hoohaha!
last but certainly not least,
morlock. You'd deserve one of these simply for hauling our nonlicensed asses out to Boston and back in the first place, even if nothing went wrong. But since everything went fucko bazoo and you not only got us safely off the road but walked down the Pike in the dark to figure out where the hell we were, not to mention didn't relax until you knew everyone was okay... *hug* SHARKBAIT! HOOHAHA!
And we all are ok. At the end of the night, the sum total of damage (to us anyway - we won't talk about the Shortbus) was a lot of frayed nerves, some tears, some crampy sore muscles, one fat bruise and a blister,sydneycat and morlock getting dirty from doing gearhead type things, and all of us getting really really tired.
And now about not being Asphalta's bitch anymore... yikes. But first, considering I fell asleep mid entry (I started writing this about 12:30, woke up with computer on lap. Again.) I need to go bed now. kthx.
Actually before I go on to the bits of our day that were just plain fucko bazoo... last night was pretty fun, actually. I met
morlock up by the northampton bickfords because he had an eye appointment (whereupon the eye doctor made a hilariously mistaken assumption concerning his engagement), and then we actually had Bickfords and went over to the f4rmh0u53 for an evening of computer tinkerage and vicarious D&Ding. Well, my D&Ding was vicarious anyway.Boy howdy, it's been a while since I sat down with some dice and slipped into an identity not my own! Not since the old SODA group wrapped up our VtM tabletop. Somehow I just hadn't picked it up again, and not for lack of opportunity, as I've gotten invites to join several games, not to mention
athene keeps pestering me to go a-larping with her, even though I really don't think larping's my bag. I guess I just haven't really felt either ready or comfy enough with a group of people to game with them. I do miss it though, and at some point I would like to try D&D, if only to see if my prejudices are founded. but... yeah.And you know the drive out wasn't so bad, really. We were on the pike, we had good music, there was singage (and I got complimented on my voice, something that always comes as a little bit of a shock as I haven't really let anyone hear me "sing" since high school...) there was breakfast (Dunkin' Donuts makes gingerbread donuts! Who knew?) and we were making really good time. And then we pass Worcester and suddenly there's this zhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrr
noise. Never fun to hear, especially on a section of the pike with perhaps enough shoulder for an ant to break down on. Maybe. (pretty trees though.)
morlock pulls over, and whee, it's a flat. That noise? driving on rim at 70mph.Anyway, we call AAA and sit. Finally some surly gut from the Mass Pike crew shows up and makes
morlock back up quite a bit so we're not so OMG close to the whizzing cars. Tire was duly changed, and we set out on our merry way, maybe half an hour behind schedule now. We were somewhat concerned about getting into the exhibit, as we had tickets for both 11:30 and 11:45, and by the time we got there it was 11:56. No problems were had though, see previous entry for mad gushage.fast forward five hours where were having a fun little adventure called "how the hell do we get back on 90?" to the dulcet lilting tones of Group X. We have finally figured out the answer to that question, when suddenly kerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpakerthumpa what the hell's THAT noise now?
morlock and sydneycat paw around the engine and under the car for a bit. (syd makes a cute gearhead...) Finding nothing, morlock keeps attempting to drive away but the noise returns after each time. he pulls into a gas station, AAA is called again, and I wandered off, not wanting to be in the way as he and syd continued to tinker with the car. They eventually find that the tire that blew this morning was being barely held on with its lugnuts - the guy from earlier didn't fasten them.Grand.
morlock tightens those up, we discuss bitch slapping the mass pike crew, morlock cancels the AAA call that was placed, and we are all finally on our way.About 3 miles from the Worcester text, playing music through the ipod, we hear zhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrrzhrr. Again. On the other side this time. We're in the ultra fast lane. *sigh*
Long story short here: had Shortbus towed to Hadley with me and
morlock accompanying it back, and sydneycat's friend millari coming out from Northampton to fetch her and sundart from Exit 11. On the way pass a message from the Powers That Be - "Yes, we were fucking with you, we're just kidding. Look at what happens when we're serious." Example being a multiple car accident in which one car was rolled over and smashed up all to batshit. Oy.
Some "sharkbait! Hoohaha!"s for the day:
morlock's mom. Dude. AAA is fucking wonderful. This woman deserves flowers, but for now... Sharkbait! Hoohaha! sydneycat. I don't care if you think it was by accident or what. You got down and dirty with the car, and eventually found what was wrong with the lugnuts. Sharkbait! Hoohaha! millari, for going all the way out the Pike to exit 11 to rescue sydneycat and sunny, but also give me a ride home. Sharkbait! Hoohaha! last but certainly not least,
morlock. You'd deserve one of these simply for hauling our nonlicensed asses out to Boston and back in the first place, even if nothing went wrong. But since everything went fucko bazoo and you not only got us safely off the road but walked down the Pike in the dark to figure out where the hell we were, not to mention didn't relax until you knew everyone was okay... *hug* SHARKBAIT! HOOHAHA! And we all are ok. At the end of the night, the sum total of damage (to us anyway - we won't talk about the Shortbus) was a lot of frayed nerves, some tears, some crampy sore muscles, one fat bruise and a blister,
sydneycat and morlock getting dirty from doing gearhead type things, and all of us getting really really tired.And now about not being Asphalta's bitch anymore... yikes. But first, considering I fell asleep mid entry (I started writing this about 12:30, woke up with computer on lap. Again.) I need to go bed now. kthx.
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