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let's go down to the water
Apr. 21st, 2007 09:59 amGrey mornings, dark and soft like winter but just a little warm. I have my ipod on, a hazelnut latte and I'm not going to take any calls today at work. It occurs to me that I could perhaps handle some of my work frustration better if I didn't actually have to talk to anyone, ever. Right. Well, at least I can make Saturdays more bearable. I'm listening to a band Tyler found called +44 that is really pretty awesome.
Last night I met Mike up at his office after work. I was watching all the NI peoples wander out to the parking garage. We were thwarted in our attempts to eat Tacodeli, and ended up at Chik-Fil-A. We drove out to one of those crazy subdivisions in Round Rock to the home of his boss for their Warhammer 40K game. (Before you even ask, yes I was the only girl there. Half of the guys are married but none of their wives were around.)
It was very entertaining. I wish I was better at strategy based games like this, but I think at heart I will always be an RPG type player. Very neat though to watch everyone assemble their armies on the big boards. One of the guys had a huge army of alien creatures that were like a cross between the Zerg and Alien. Mike's orks were up against the shiny blue Eldar, which I guess are the space-faring cousins of elves. It was a crazy sort of battle, especially as the dice seemed to favor Mike's hand. Despite an intial setback his army went trouncing over the other guys. In the end he pulled this crazy "death or glory" move where his Mad Max style motorbike warrior had one chance at destroying the very large, nigh-invincible tank ship. It was a 1 in 13 chance to roll what he needed for success. The look on the other guy's face when the tank was destroyed was priceless. Mike ended up winning the game and destroying every unit of his opponent's army.
The moral of the story is: elves and orcs never mix, even when you call them Eldar and Orks. Hah. I was just glad my painting skills were reasonable on all those tiny blades.
We got really, really lost trying to get home. Damn those stupid awful toll roads. Mike is a better man than I am, because he stopped and got directions.
I had weird, weird dreams. Then I hit my snooze button for an hour, which is something I never do. I've been exhausted the past two days or so. I was massively frustrated to learn the office doesn't open til 10am on Saturdays, so I couldn't get my package which I want right now right now damn it.
Last night I met Mike up at his office after work. I was watching all the NI peoples wander out to the parking garage. We were thwarted in our attempts to eat Tacodeli, and ended up at Chik-Fil-A. We drove out to one of those crazy subdivisions in Round Rock to the home of his boss for their Warhammer 40K game. (Before you even ask, yes I was the only girl there. Half of the guys are married but none of their wives were around.)
It was very entertaining. I wish I was better at strategy based games like this, but I think at heart I will always be an RPG type player. Very neat though to watch everyone assemble their armies on the big boards. One of the guys had a huge army of alien creatures that were like a cross between the Zerg and Alien. Mike's orks were up against the shiny blue Eldar, which I guess are the space-faring cousins of elves. It was a crazy sort of battle, especially as the dice seemed to favor Mike's hand. Despite an intial setback his army went trouncing over the other guys. In the end he pulled this crazy "death or glory" move where his Mad Max style motorbike warrior had one chance at destroying the very large, nigh-invincible tank ship. It was a 1 in 13 chance to roll what he needed for success. The look on the other guy's face when the tank was destroyed was priceless. Mike ended up winning the game and destroying every unit of his opponent's army.
The moral of the story is: elves and orcs never mix, even when you call them Eldar and Orks. Hah. I was just glad my painting skills were reasonable on all those tiny blades.
We got really, really lost trying to get home. Damn those stupid awful toll roads. Mike is a better man than I am, because he stopped and got directions.
I had weird, weird dreams. Then I hit my snooze button for an hour, which is something I never do. I've been exhausted the past two days or so. I was massively frustrated to learn the office doesn't open til 10am on Saturdays, so I couldn't get my package which I want right now right now damn it.