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coffeedaivMost of the time in my current schedule, Saturdays are not a busy day. Kind of deliberately; I like having nothing set in stone (Except when I do, like Birthday Dim Sum), to balance out the rigidity of the rest of my work week. Sleep late, leisurely coffee, morning rituals when I get around to them, and the rest of the day is what it is.
This time, i had been reminded that my Friendly Local Game Store (Phoenix) has Queer Boardgaming on this particular Saturday, and I keep seeing it happening, and regretting missing it. So, I decided to show up, on time, and Be Social. Bonus, I would likely get to cross Paths with Emily, who is an old and dear friend with whom I have not spent enough time hugging.
So, that was the Plan.
And then, while I was there, C asked me if I wanted to do Sushi at Sumo on Broadway. The only correct answer was yes, with the caveat that i was mid game, and would like to finish said game. And so it was that The Plan Was Amended.
I played, and had a good time. I was torn asunder by dolls in a haunted mansion, but then one of the other players got the cat to destroy all the dolls (as one does), thus achieving the victory condition.
Met C on a local bench, and we walked to Sumo, only to find they were not open yet. We came back here to wait the necessary 45ish minutes, and C told me about her adventures at Pottery show, which resulted in a Brand New Coffee Cup for me (spoiler alert, it works; drinking from it now). Then Sumo for Sushi, then Vivace for espresso. I commented that going to Vivace for something OTHER than espresso / espresso focussed drinks is like going to a place that specializes in a thing and does it very well and getting something other than that thing (metaphor fail).
We drank. She went home, I went home. I read the new Ben Aaronovich novel (Modern Fantasy Police Procdural, which is a bit heavy on the culturally specific jargon, which I have decided to embrace as part of the charm of the series (complaining about that is function of my privilege, not of his failure)).
It was a Good Day, plans or no.
This time, i had been reminded that my Friendly Local Game Store (Phoenix) has Queer Boardgaming on this particular Saturday, and I keep seeing it happening, and regretting missing it. So, I decided to show up, on time, and Be Social. Bonus, I would likely get to cross Paths with Emily, who is an old and dear friend with whom I have not spent enough time hugging.
So, that was the Plan.
And then, while I was there, C asked me if I wanted to do Sushi at Sumo on Broadway. The only correct answer was yes, with the caveat that i was mid game, and would like to finish said game. And so it was that The Plan Was Amended.
I played, and had a good time. I was torn asunder by dolls in a haunted mansion, but then one of the other players got the cat to destroy all the dolls (as one does), thus achieving the victory condition.
Met C on a local bench, and we walked to Sumo, only to find they were not open yet. We came back here to wait the necessary 45ish minutes, and C told me about her adventures at Pottery show, which resulted in a Brand New Coffee Cup for me (spoiler alert, it works; drinking from it now). Then Sumo for Sushi, then Vivace for espresso. I commented that going to Vivace for something OTHER than espresso / espresso focussed drinks is like going to a place that specializes in a thing and does it very well and getting something other than that thing (metaphor fail).
We drank. She went home, I went home. I read the new Ben Aaronovich novel (Modern Fantasy Police Procdural, which is a bit heavy on the culturally specific jargon, which I have decided to embrace as part of the charm of the series (complaining about that is function of my privilege, not of his failure)).
It was a Good Day, plans or no.
