So much for promises.
I said I would write more often, trying to do it more than just on the days I go running. Then what do I do? I don’t even write on the running days. That’s just sad. At least I got an entry in on Monday, but that was just musings, and not an update as to what has been happening to me.
So here is what has happened.
Nothing happened on Thursday, so there is nothing to report.
Nothing happened on Friday, so there is nothing to report. There was no D&D game because there was an Oiler’s hockey game that several people had to attend. It’s getting near playoff time so they’re a little on edge. Instead the game was postponed.
On Saturday, I kept busy. In the morning I went to get my hair cut. They redid the colors so the blue is now more vibrant. After some banking, I had the D&D game at 2:00. The player’s fought a lot of purple worms, and I nearly killed a few at the “hands” of an air elemental. I shut the game down at 9:00 and then headed off to New City to get some non-nerd socialization in.
Unfortunately, there was no one I knew there. Usually Jake and his group are there by 10:00, but there was no sign of them. So I just stood around. I did see two people I recognized. Christine and Carrie were there. They were the two beautiful girls who were dressed perfectly for the special night last month. I was able to apologize to Christine for accidentally knocking a cigarette into her lap the last time I saw her. She was cool about it and said she was pretty plastered at the time. That was a load of my chest; The pretty girl doesn’t think I’m a total idiot. However, after talking with her, I did the typical Erik thing and continued standing around, not talking to anyone.
On Sunday the morning run was 21km. It was supposed to be 23km but they still aren’t honest with us about distance. Anyway, that is effectively a half-marathon. I ran it in 1:42:28, which makes it the fastest I’ve ever run a half-marathon. Especially good considering that it was a training run and not a race. The rest of the day was maintenance.
On Monday there was the usual Chianti and Die-Nasty. I did get some affirmation that a scooter is good for picking up chicks. During dinner, I was updating my friends on the state of my scooter purchase. The waitress overheard and said “You’re getting a scooter? Cool!” I’m taking that as a good sign.
Nothing happened on Tuesday, so there is nothing to report.