Wednesday: Spent the afternoon and evening at Casa de Doom, helping get the initial prep work done for T-Day. Mostly, this was some initial baking and planning, right after the grocery gathering. I don't know what it is, but Mike and I can find just about anything funny, which comes in handy when you're dealing with crowds of the maladjusted. Eventually, left to hit the airport and pick up cobie. This was a big deal for me. Miller and I have been friends for a good 2+ years, now, ever since we met in CoH, though we've become a helluva lot closer since then. The rest of the evening was low-key, though he did give me an official Adobe lunchbox full of goofy little stuff, including a hi-bounce rubber ball the size of a grapefruit and filled with glitter (think "bouncy snow globe"), some new Fatcaps (series two, ooh), and various other goodies.
Thursday: Up way early to hit Casa de Doom, to get t'cookin' for
Friday: Being "Black Friday", there was no way we were gonna go out in public. Seriously, that shit just annoys me. Anyway, we opted to stay in (I felt terrible, anyway) and watch movies and Invader Zim for most of the day. Eventually, though, it was back to Casa de Doom for the holiday one-off game I was running. It went OK, though we bagged out on it early. I'd caught the cold that Erik and Di both had,m and was fighting it off as best I could. Mike, meanwhile, had a similar sickness he'd picked up from Kat, and had held it off long enough to make Thursday work; now, it was crawling on top of him. Jasso was beat tired, and so, eventually, we all just called the game to a close. What we got done was amusing, though (zombie turkeys! angry cornstalks! Indian vengeance! bad puns!). Came home and duo'd Silent Hill for a while.
Saturday: Slept for complete shit that night. Up and down, constantly, due to coughing and sneezing and inability to breathe though my congested head. Woke up feeling pretty damn hideous. foomf came and picked up Miller to show him around Portland for the day, where they met up with divinemissb and hung out. I spent the day laying around the house wanting to die, and saving what cold meds I had so that I could dope up for the evening. Took them all and went out to meet up with everyone for dinner, which was a fun time. Still slept for shit.
Sunday: Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Woke up way early to get Miller to the airport, came home, and collapsed on the couch. Fighting off this crap for the holiday break was catching up to me, and now that I didn't have to keep fighting, the body gave up. My voice was pretty much gone, no energy. Been sneezing and coughing so much, my sides hurt. Couldn't concentrate enough to log into the City, no matter how much I wanted to. Opted to finish Silent Hill (total time: 5:59:17, Good+ ending, 3 of 4 stars) and watch old movies. Dianna, bless her, handled everything around the house: cleaned up, laundry, dinner.
Monday: Still no voice, still don't feel good, though better than yesterday. Slept better, too, so that's all good signs that I'm on the downhill side of this shit. Looking back over all this, there's SO MANY DETAILS left out, so many funny lines and inside jokes, and just good times, but as badly as I want to add them, I just can't. Poke into cobie's account of his trip for a lot of them, including Mike's fascination with the ham, TRON, the chunky white elephant, and the oft-repeated (and in a country accent) "elllldritch!"