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There's no way, really, to easily avoid late nights on Game Night. I mean, I do ok at avoiding things getting out of hand, but the next day's gonna be pretty tiring. I usually hit the sack at 11, and it was about 1:30 and I looked at the clock and said, " You guys have a great time, but I have got to sleep."
And so I did. Bam. Well rested. Or, actually, everyone kept drinking and got pretty loud. Louder. I'm basically incoherent for several minutes at a time when I've just been woken up, so imagine a scene where something falls over and makes a terribly loud noise and suddenly there's an exhausted Weston in the living room, standing there in his boxers interspersing his fervent request that you keep it down with a cross rant about the dangers of Paradox.
"Are you out here without pants, again, Weston?"
"Boxers are pants!"
I was more coherent the second time, when I remembered to put on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, where my message was, "I understand that it seems pretty late in the week. In fact, it feels like Friday. And I don't want to be a dick about this, but you guys gotta shut up." Luckily, they obliged my unreasonable request. And that is the story of why I'm sleepy today. It is as informative as it is heart-warming.
Buh. Around here, people are always buggin' me about Mage and writing stories and crap. Which is pretty great, but hard to keep up with. They're really pushing for a weekly game, and that is just so hard for me to do. I feel like everything is Mage lately. I guess if you are going to have a problem, having players that enjoy your game too much is an ok one to have.
And so I did. Bam. Well rested. Or, actually, everyone kept drinking and got pretty loud. Louder. I'm basically incoherent for several minutes at a time when I've just been woken up, so imagine a scene where something falls over and makes a terribly loud noise and suddenly there's an exhausted Weston in the living room, standing there in his boxers interspersing his fervent request that you keep it down with a cross rant about the dangers of Paradox.
"Are you out here without pants, again, Weston?"
"Boxers are pants!"
I was more coherent the second time, when I remembered to put on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, where my message was, "I understand that it seems pretty late in the week. In fact, it feels like Friday. And I don't want to be a dick about this, but you guys gotta shut up." Luckily, they obliged my unreasonable request. And that is the story of why I'm sleepy today. It is as informative as it is heart-warming.
Buh. Around here, people are always buggin' me about Mage and writing stories and crap. Which is pretty great, but hard to keep up with. They're really pushing for a weekly game, and that is just so hard for me to do. I feel like everything is Mage lately. I guess if you are going to have a problem, having players that enjoy your game too much is an ok one to have.
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