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terryclothYesterday, like every week (although I don't go to it every week), was the Crossroads gathering. Only this week, it was cancelled, which meant that only half the people showed up.
It was cancelled because the large flamingly gay contingent that usually shows up was at some Gay Pride Parade. They invited everyone -- they wanted to turn it into some sort of 'gay and/or furry pride' parade -- but I didn't want to be caught dead within a dozen miles of such a thing. }:P
So I was at crossroads, with the other people who either didn't know or didn't care about the parade. As it always is lately, I quickly got into a bunch of magic games, which took up all the time I was there -- hours and hours of magic.
This time, though, without the scary crowd present, we attracted a bunch of non-furry magic players, including a bunch of little kids with what looked like their first and only deck. It was sad -- Blake and Mychael decided to 'school' them, Mychael by torturing them to death with his Silent Evolution deck (decree of silence + power conduit == teh suk) and Blake by playing an elf deck against the kid's deck-with-elves.
I got involved in a three-way game with a couple people who weren't quite as young, and didn't exactly win, although it was also a long and torturous game. One of them had a neat deck, which contained no spells which could be countered. Scragnoths, Blurred Mongeese, man-lands, and Obliterate. He had to Obliterate twice, because the first time I had Fecundity out to refill everyone's hands.
The magic playing went on so long in part because we were planning to go over to Lex's afterwards, but needed to wait for him to get done with the Pride thing. Soltris was the only one with a cell phone, though, and he gave up and left around 6 or 6:30, after we were kicked out of the mall and were just bumming around the parking lot.
Mychael wasn't ready to go home, quite, though, even though it was getting on towards when he'd have to, and convinced us that Seatac Mall was open 'till 9 on Sundays. So we drove all the way down there, and it was closed. Luckily, Blake managed to find the other two cars full of people and direct them to Lex's, since somehow he'd gotten in touch with Lex, and he was home.
There's a really weird set of lane markings on the streets near Seatac Mall -- all the right turn lanes are maked HOV only, but with signs that say 'HOV only, going straight or turning right okay.' As opposed to what? Parking?
I couldn't puzzle out what the signs actually meant, so I have no idea whether I was breaking the law when my single-occupancy vehicle turned right onto the Pacific Highway, but the cop who was watching (as it turned out) didn't stop me or ticket me.
At Lex's, we played more magic, of course. I'd also brought some older cards to trade, and Lex of course sought out all my favorite green cards like some kind of heat-seeking missile. I didn't let him have my Mirari's Wakes or my Roar of the Wurms, but we traded some stuff that I wasn't quite as attached to. }:)
We also *tried* to watch a pirate version of Harry Potter 3, with limited success. My eyes weren't really good enough to see the computer screen from the bed, anyway, so I spent most of it snuggling up to the other people sitting there, except for when I heard a good part coming up.
I got home really late (thanks in part to, again, 'one last game' of magic, a mirror-match between two skeleton shard/spawning pit decks, which ended up taking a looong time -- my Blasting Stations and Nuisance Engines eventually beat his Disciple of the Vault and Duplicant, though), but I managed to get up at a reasonable time, and I'm not feeling too tired yet.
It was cancelled because the large flamingly gay contingent that usually shows up was at some Gay Pride Parade. They invited everyone -- they wanted to turn it into some sort of 'gay and/or furry pride' parade -- but I didn't want to be caught dead within a dozen miles of such a thing. }:P
So I was at crossroads, with the other people who either didn't know or didn't care about the parade. As it always is lately, I quickly got into a bunch of magic games, which took up all the time I was there -- hours and hours of magic.
This time, though, without the scary crowd present, we attracted a bunch of non-furry magic players, including a bunch of little kids with what looked like their first and only deck. It was sad -- Blake and Mychael decided to 'school' them, Mychael by torturing them to death with his Silent Evolution deck (decree of silence + power conduit == teh suk) and Blake by playing an elf deck against the kid's deck-with-elves.
I got involved in a three-way game with a couple people who weren't quite as young, and didn't exactly win, although it was also a long and torturous game. One of them had a neat deck, which contained no spells which could be countered. Scragnoths, Blurred Mongeese, man-lands, and Obliterate. He had to Obliterate twice, because the first time I had Fecundity out to refill everyone's hands.
The magic playing went on so long in part because we were planning to go over to Lex's afterwards, but needed to wait for him to get done with the Pride thing. Soltris was the only one with a cell phone, though, and he gave up and left around 6 or 6:30, after we were kicked out of the mall and were just bumming around the parking lot.
Mychael wasn't ready to go home, quite, though, even though it was getting on towards when he'd have to, and convinced us that Seatac Mall was open 'till 9 on Sundays. So we drove all the way down there, and it was closed. Luckily, Blake managed to find the other two cars full of people and direct them to Lex's, since somehow he'd gotten in touch with Lex, and he was home.
There's a really weird set of lane markings on the streets near Seatac Mall -- all the right turn lanes are maked HOV only, but with signs that say 'HOV only, going straight or turning right okay.' As opposed to what? Parking?
I couldn't puzzle out what the signs actually meant, so I have no idea whether I was breaking the law when my single-occupancy vehicle turned right onto the Pacific Highway, but the cop who was watching (as it turned out) didn't stop me or ticket me.
At Lex's, we played more magic, of course. I'd also brought some older cards to trade, and Lex of course sought out all my favorite green cards like some kind of heat-seeking missile. I didn't let him have my Mirari's Wakes or my Roar of the Wurms, but we traded some stuff that I wasn't quite as attached to. }:)
We also *tried* to watch a pirate version of Harry Potter 3, with limited success. My eyes weren't really good enough to see the computer screen from the bed, anyway, so I spent most of it snuggling up to the other people sitting there, except for when I heard a good part coming up.
I got home really late (thanks in part to, again, 'one last game' of magic, a mirror-match between two skeleton shard/spawning pit decks, which ended up taking a looong time -- my Blasting Stations and Nuisance Engines eventually beat his Disciple of the Vault and Duplicant, though), but I managed to get up at a reasonable time, and I'm not feeling too tired yet.
