I don’t think I’m that upset about the scooter accident. I’m more upset over that it happened while my co-workers were watching. The stupidity and embarrassment were churning through my head all through to Saturday.
On Friday evening I went to a movie premier “The Morrison Project”. It was a movie made by some local actors. It wasn’t great. I went to the premier party afterwards, but it was mostly wrapping up by the time I arrived. I didn’t stay long.
On Saturday I was on the exer-cycle for two hours so I wouldn’t have to do it on Sunday. In the afternoon I took the scooter out for an hour. I retraced the route my sister and I took when we rented a scooter last year. As you can tell, in the evening I went to New City.
On Sunday I joined a scooter gang. The scooter store organized a get together where a bunch of us scooted around town. We first went for gelati in the Italian part of town. (It wasn’t as good as Nucci’s.) Then we had a brief discussion as to what to call ourselves. The person who represented the scooter store is pushing for “The Arctic Cobras”. The other suggestion that I really like is “Capital City Cobras”. It has the right amount of geekiness in it. Anyway, afterwards we scooted around. My bike has a good acceleration behind it.
In the evening I spent time working on my D&D campaign. I seem to focus on the history of the world. Specifically the history my player’s will probably never encounter. I think I’m falling into the trap of putting more work into my world than I should.
Today, Monday, nothing exciting happened. I went to Chianti for dinner and Die-Nasty afterwards. The play was good tonight.