Packed and ready to start our road trip to Albuquerque for NewMexicon.
I always struggle right up to the last moment with what to bring. FOMO says bring everything! Experience says bring a thing and count on floating like a cork on the seas of fate to carry me to safety. Experience also mutters something about never counting on anyone else for your fun, and suggests maybe a few other things get brought.
Conventions are starting to wear me out, friends.
As long as you brought stuff to benefit me, it’s all good.
Ralph Mazza …I brought PENDRAGON.
Just in case.
You’re giving me contact anxiety, Beakley.
I feel you on the wearing-out thing. Cons have never been my jam, but unfortunately they’re often full of great people who I like.
Enjoy, man. Wish I were going with ya!
Because I’m broken in the way that demands I be ready to make my own fun and don’t trust anyone else to bring anything good, I’ve always got six games on hand. Happily they all fit in one envelope I never open so that’s not too shameful, right?