This weekend did not go according to plan.
I had scheduled some RP with a friend (you might remember me mentioning it) for Saturday night. No-show. That marks the third time in as many weeks that I’ve been stood up with no explanation given beforehand when I try to RP… not with the same person, mind you, and I’m generally forgiving but it makes me wonder why I bother lately. It’s like I said in a prior post, it’s like the stars have to align and the signs have to be in harmony to the point where Great Cthulu wakes from beneath the waves before I can get some RP rolling properly. Meh.
Fortunately, Saturday still had plenty to do. I got a conversation tree for EE2 done, watched some new anime and some good Trek eps on the Tivo, read a whole lot of Hellblazer and then wrote the short story mentioned in the last post. Warning: totally unspellchecked.
Normally I don’t get much done when I find myself waiting for hours to see if someone’s going to show up. I have a bit of a fixation on waiting for an unpredictable event; I don’t want to start anything involved like writing a story or reading a book or working on a game, because it could get interrupted at any minute if the event popped up. But… I think I was half expecting things not to work on Saturday, so I just went ahead and did a bunch of stuff anyway. Nothing deep but plenty of pick-up activities.
Anyway, Sunday also saw some no-shows, since I was going to do the PPV, but the two folks who were going to show had to cancel. Both gave me early notification, though, and had perfectly reasonable reasons. Still, it meant me sitting by my lonesome watching WWE Vengance… Jen dropped in, but Jen’s not really into wrestling so she suggested we go miniature golfing instead.
What followed was Satan’s miniature golf course. The first hole, a Par 2, had a turn around a blind corner with bushes obstructing view of the hole, two spots of ‘rough’ and one spot of ‘sand’. Subsequent holes had completely unprotected boundaries right into water hazards directly across from the shot towards the hole, and all sorts of other nastiness. I lost one ball to a water hazard and numerous other ones plonked right into the bushes outside of the course. Still, it was challenging as hell and a close battle which I won by only one stroke. Other than a very sore left foot for some reason (still hurtin’ me today) it was funfunfun.
Aaand now it’s Monday, back to the grind… and a grind it is, since I’m once again doing the work of two people. Oi.