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The weekend is packed up
Jun. 13th, 2010 09:46 pmWasn't too bad. Busy.
On Saturday I went to Eurogames, which was somewhat slow, because of the huge game of Wings of War going on. Not that I mind WOW, but as others remarked, it did rather suck up players (16 people were in it) so that meant noticeably fewer smaller games.
I finally got into a game of Dreamscape, a brand new game about making movies (we had to separate cardboard game bits from cardboard framework) brought along by Peter Lyons. Four of us took three hours with this, slower than the game's estimate but then, none of us had ever played it before. The Yelling of Goats is going to be bigger than Ben Hur. Trust me.
Sunday, had to do the things I usually do on Saturday, like my laundry, various tidying up, watering (that's right, watering the veges, in winter). This was fitted into less time than intended because my mother had rung me up on Friday and I found myself agreeing to go visit on Sunday. It wasn't an exciting visit, except for being crammed into a train full of people wearing purple and green [the Dockers lost, if anyone cares] I guess my mother and I were both on best behaviour, as always after a disagreement of which there have been quite a few. That is, until the Scrabble started, which always makes me use words I usually don't, because of the resulting fuss from M. And no, they weren't on the board.
I really thought I had this one, until about three quarters through, when the advantage gained by my initial 34-point word faded away and I was unable to find room anywhere for the X. So the recent run of games is 9/0 and not in my favour. I think the games work, though, because when we're playing, M is distracted from scrutinising me and asking me personal questions or reminiscing about me dressed up as an angel for a costume party. I was five, all right?!
I'm out of stuff to read. Doing rereads.
On Saturday I went to Eurogames, which was somewhat slow, because of the huge game of Wings of War going on. Not that I mind WOW, but as others remarked, it did rather suck up players (16 people were in it) so that meant noticeably fewer smaller games.
I finally got into a game of Dreamscape, a brand new game about making movies (we had to separate cardboard game bits from cardboard framework) brought along by Peter Lyons. Four of us took three hours with this, slower than the game's estimate but then, none of us had ever played it before. The Yelling of Goats is going to be bigger than Ben Hur. Trust me.
Sunday, had to do the things I usually do on Saturday, like my laundry, various tidying up, watering (that's right, watering the veges, in winter). This was fitted into less time than intended because my mother had rung me up on Friday and I found myself agreeing to go visit on Sunday. It wasn't an exciting visit, except for being crammed into a train full of people wearing purple and green [the Dockers lost, if anyone cares] I guess my mother and I were both on best behaviour, as always after a disagreement of which there have been quite a few. That is, until the Scrabble started, which always makes me use words I usually don't, because of the resulting fuss from M. And no, they weren't on the board.
I really thought I had this one, until about three quarters through, when the advantage gained by my initial 34-point word faded away and I was unable to find room anywhere for the X. So the recent run of games is 9/0 and not in my favour. I think the games work, though, because when we're playing, M is distracted from scrutinising me and asking me personal questions or reminiscing about me dressed up as an angel for a costume party. I was five, all right?!
I'm out of stuff to read. Doing rereads.