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Jun. 15th, 2006 10:19 amLast night was Wednesday night which around here means Dungeons and Dragons with Dinner night. I usually cook something I know people will like either because they've had it before and enjoyed it (ham or stew) or it's a recipe that sounds similar to what I know their tastes are (like last night). I knew people had enjoyed my pulled pork in the crockpot, so sloppy joes were the next step up, and it was made with ground chicken instead of beef to cut down on the fat for those of us who are watching my figure.
Dinner was well received and enjoyed by all but one friend who warned me ahead of time that he would have to get something else before coming because sloppy joes disagree with him in a violent manner. I would have been offended, I think, if he had just showed up with food and not told me before-hand but since he did it wasn't an issue.
So dinner was good, and then we moved on to D&D. I had been looking forward to this particular night of me running D&D for a week or so because I had what I thought was a sure-fire way to get everybody excited, worried about their characters, and having a good time. I really strive to keep their interest, and make sure they enjoy the game, so I was really looking forward to the upcoming game.
Then the game started. I suddenly felt all the creativity and interest fell from my body and through the floor below me and pool somewhere in the basement. Everything I had planned, all the little intricacies, the things that I thought would make it most fun, just left me. I was bereft of creativity and felt that I handled things very woodenly.
About halfway through the game, somewhere around 8:30 that night things came back to me and I was able to salvage my game for myself. From the reactions of my players after the game they might not have even noticed my sudden attack of ennui early on. I was glad for that - I didn't want my problems to ruin their good time.
So all in all it was an good night. Good food shared with good friends, and a game that was liked by all. I don't think you can ask for much more than that.
Dinner was well received and enjoyed by all but one friend who warned me ahead of time that he would have to get something else before coming because sloppy joes disagree with him in a violent manner. I would have been offended, I think, if he had just showed up with food and not told me before-hand but since he did it wasn't an issue.
So dinner was good, and then we moved on to D&D. I had been looking forward to this particular night of me running D&D for a week or so because I had what I thought was a sure-fire way to get everybody excited, worried about their characters, and having a good time. I really strive to keep their interest, and make sure they enjoy the game, so I was really looking forward to the upcoming game.
Then the game started. I suddenly felt all the creativity and interest fell from my body and through the floor below me and pool somewhere in the basement. Everything I had planned, all the little intricacies, the things that I thought would make it most fun, just left me. I was bereft of creativity and felt that I handled things very woodenly.
About halfway through the game, somewhere around 8:30 that night things came back to me and I was able to salvage my game for myself. From the reactions of my players after the game they might not have even noticed my sudden attack of ennui early on. I was glad for that - I didn't want my problems to ruin their good time.
So all in all it was an good night. Good food shared with good friends, and a game that was liked by all. I don't think you can ask for much more than that.
