How Not to Be a Guest of Honor
So the good folks of Tacticon were kind enough to have me down for the weekend as their guest of honor. I get to show up, run some playtests of the DCC RPG and hang out with awesome folks. H is away in Cali for a friend's wedding, so hanging out in Denver and playing RPGs is pretty good deal all things being equal.
Of course, all things aren't equal.
As I was trying to make it out of the house this morning (water the tomatoes, pack the gaming materials, get the contract off to Joseph, make sure the wife knows I love her) somehow I forgot the duffel containing all those non-gaming essentials: clothes, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste. But I didn't realize that until around 9:30 PM after dropping H off at the airport.
Damn. Suddenly I'm 8 hours away from becoming the stereotype of The Gamer.
I don't know south Denver, so I struck out blindly, pointing the car towards the brightest strip of lights, knowing full well that any real store was certainly closed. But there, what should I behold, but Wal-Mart.
Reviled Wal-Mart, how many times have I mocked thee? And now I am at your 24-hour mercy.
Thirty minutes later I was outfitted with new underwear, socks, toiletries, a pair of jeans, 2 shirts and a 12 pack of gatoraide. A brother was ready to roll.
But what about my hypocrisy? I'm indebted to Sam Walton and his family. Otherwise I'd be hand washing a dress shirt with the free shampoo they leave in your room, hoping that if it drip dried over the course of the night, I might be able iron it into semi-dryness by my first game at 9:am.
So yes, you've won this round, Sam. How we will reconcile this debt remains to be seen. Until then, thanks for the toothpaste.
//H
6 comments:
Thanks for running some great games this con. With only one character death this con I feel pretty lucky. See you next time.
-Thomas
*raises hand*
First time I went to London I realized upon landing that I forgot to pack more than two pairs of underwear. There I am at 2am in one of the most expensive cities in the world, washing my granimals in the bathroom sink.
1) I have no words for the imagery I have just experienced through Will's post. Wait a second... no. Those weren't words.
2) I am also indebted to this monstrosity Sam Walton left behind. I'm sure he never intended it to be as bad as it is now, but I was reallydumbf*ckbroke for a little while as I settled into life here in San Diego. Now that I'm gainfully employed and doing well, I don't have to go to Wally World - but I'm not going to forget that it supplied some of my essentials for a while there.
Hope you had fun!
aw yeah, chicks dig the granimals.
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Someone once told me: 'Life is too short not to be hypocritical.'
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