Vampires and Keebler Elves.
Tonight was a Camarilla game night. For the uninformed that means LARP (Live Action Role Playing). No we do not go out into the forest and throw tennis balls at each other. Tonight was Vampire: The Requiem, a game where you take on the role of an undead bloodsucking monster with a penchant for backstabby politics and long winded plotting…like high school with fangs. In this game I take on the role of one Madam Le Teur, a voodoo priestess with a knack for medicine. My day from 7pm to midnight consists of playing this role. Let me tell you that as fun as it is…very taxing. We play at UNR which has those light fixtures that give me a headache. On top of which being part of what is essentially a 5 hour improv session takes a lot of energy out of you. Tomorrow (Saturday) I get to do it from 3pm-midnight with 2 different games. Now I could go on and tell you about all the little game stuff that happened but that doesn’t really make for good reading unless you are a fan of LARP, and if so you were probably already there tonight.
Prior to game I was online getting some photo’s up on 5 Star’s Myspace page from Halloween this year. While doing so I was chatting with two people whom I don’t normally speak with Brian from Sacramento and Kenny who currently lives in Hawaii. Brian is perhaps the more even tempered of Sacramento friends I have current and prior. He certainly is not a drugged out failure or a neurotic non-person. I probably don’t speak to him as much as I should but since his life is not a churning pot of dramatic bullshit there really isn’t much for us to talk about beyond small talk and catch up time. Kenny on the other hand is difficult to speak with…more so since he returned from Ireland for a trip. When he is spineless he is mopey and when he grows a pair he is an ass. Very much a person who thinks in black/white terms and so deep in the closet that he found Narnia (thank you Nate). Today he was on his “I love Hawaii because I get dates” kick. After a few rounds of this kind of talk I logged off. I really don’t care about this bitchy Keebler Elf’s triumphs against the fairer sex in an attempt to lie to himself.
Hmm…I want cookies.
