The weekend started as they all do, on Friday. Cars that extend into the distance and seem to go on forever. The rush hour. I wasn’t planning on leading this raid, but by god will I pick up the shattered pieces of my friends dreams and make them a reality.
And there were tights.
I was flying by the seat of my pants, with no plan, tents that liked to go belly up at a moment’s notice, and a list of quests that got ignored. Having to deal with Jarl Greybeard, TRF Drama, and getting everyone to know what’s going on was a war unto itself. The rules of the game were by the seat of our tights, but nobody else would know. I followed the adage of “play silly games, win silly prizes” and provided “adult snack packs” which consisted of carbonated juices and little debbie packages. The 4 winners were… Caleb, Golden, Klein, and… Sorry, I was drinking that weekend. I don’t remember. There was a big shuffle where people got to sit at tables, and dinner was acceptable. It was actually a blur where I got to sit down for 10 minutes because I was coordinating the induction ceremony.
But back to the tights.
I remember handing out all the badges on Sunday, and I know I didn’t get everyone. We actually ran out of badges. I don’t remember all who showed up, and I think I delegated attendance to Josh, or maybe it was Greg. There was only one thing that I remember clearly from the weekend and that was Sunday Morning. Adam said to me the quote of the weekend:
“That was a great raid.”