Saturday Night

Last Saturday was an echo of good days gone by.

I left work at 1630, and went home. Tidied up... cleaned the toilet. Put out fresh towels in the bathroom and fresh chips & dip in the living room. The Magic players started arriving shortly after 1930. While we were deep into the first game, beckyzoole arrived with her son-in-law, AEH. (They couldn't make it for the beginning of the party, as they were involved with Mandatory Family Fun. But they got there.)

AEH has been playing Magic for some 4-6 weeks, and has already absorbed a remarkable amount of Magic theory. I heard him discussing one of his recent deck designs... and was impressed when he called it a "ramp deck". This is a middlin' common deck archetype, but only Magic Players use that term, so far as I know.

Several games were played. A good time was had.

After the last of the players had gone, I put together a cooler full of stuff from the refrigerator and freezer for beckyzoole to take with her -- stuff that she can use, but I never would. We sat down and talked about necessary arrangements, then I helped her load stuff into her vehicle and she left. Nothing became unpleasant at all, at all.

I think she forgot the epizote.

I got to bed at about 0420... and awoke dismayed to discover that I had slept for 12 hours. Depression sucks; I had intended to spend all day Sunday studying for my final exam on Thursday.

Catch-up time...