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So, yeah. Since I can't do anything without rousing suspicion (she must suspect NOTHING!), I've spent the morning scanning Star Wars websites.

Specifically, the Rebel Legion and the 501st.

I'm not really one for costuming, myself, but these guys look like a fun bunch. They appeared at the Primedia masquerade a few years back.

One thing that disappoints is that there are WAY more sandtroopers in the 501st (Canadian) than Snowtroopers. Wassup wit DAT?

Just mellowing out. Have attempted to read Dragons of the Sixth World a couple times today. Jesus, that's a thick book. Is it just me, or is that the biggest non-rules book to come out for Shadowrun? You could maim an elf with that sucker.

Intro sections a little dry, and I can't find a good place to jump into the Dragon-ographies.

In other news, I have a spare copy of Redhurst. Muy Cool d20 supplement with a bit of the Hogwarts vibe (a skool for Magically Gifted youth).

I seem to have touched a nerve

Did a google search for Yours Truly, and ladyjestyr's thread about HoP had an interesting comment in reply to my comment about Colin Farrell's Irish accent.

I told you the Irish were a violent people.

Two hours, 24 minutes.

Perfect

A day in short sentences.

Sure, I'll bet there were clues. Given time, I might have slipped up. But, baby, when The Bitter Guy decides you're gonna get caught, you get CAUGHT.

All went according to play yesterday (although I should have been done and home by the time she got back, nothing was suspected). Today, we got up, broke fast, she watched some Cory, I puttered a bit, and we tidied. I loaded the BBQ while she showered, and when I'd finished vacuuming and doing some dishes, I explained that the Library had called to let me know a couple books were in, and I had to pick up. She asked me to get cash for Underworld & put some change into the shakey/countey device at teh grocery store.

Of course, I did nothing of the sort. I crossed the road, where I found Laurie, the first of the crew, waiting with her daughter. redeem147 quicky joined us, and I hopped towards to store to see if anyone else was there, which there was, my good bud William & his charming wife Meredith (or possibly my good bud Meredith and her charming husband William, but the order is irrelevant).

Headed into the grocery store for fixins for rice (needed tomatos), where pyat caught up with me. He got some tortillas, and I went out to arrange further. Valerie and her husband Chris had made it in, and a second (female) Chris joined us shortly afterwards.

Many of the group wished to proceed to Casa Mohareb for the festivities, but I reigned them in with an iron fist. Because, you see, the cake was still missing. Mr. & Mrs. Z had agreed to pick it up, and were on route (they'd just rung me up on the cellular).

Once they pulled into the lot, we proceeded across the street. Everyone was to follow me as quietly as possible, and then I would summon Snra. Bitter to the door, where there would be chants of 'surprise' and much amusement.

Worked like a charm. The look on her face was a combination of surprise and confusion, with just a smidgen of delight.

Got everyone into the house, which was good. We were short on ass space (some folks ended up floorbound, some stood at the table and discussed stuff), and I got the Macs off the table and the tablecloth down.

Snacks served, drinks out, got the Q started, and boom. Away we go. Got the banner up, pin on (Snra. Bitter had a badge that read "birthday girl").

Got the rice started, got the fixin's diced, got the meat cookin'. Dinner served, desert made. Cousin n' his fiance made it in.

Meanwhile, Snra Bitter got her cards n' presents open. The guests tore through dinner fairly well (since at least 2 vegans were inna house, plus a few possibly regular veggies, I prepared the peppers n' onions seperately and made sure the rice was clean.

After cake service, folks began to drift away. Final departure was cousin, whom I pantsed in Halo.

The last two slabs o' meat did not complete on the Q (coals cooled quickly). I

Brother called. Said he was on his way. Said "dude, everyone's left". He chatted to Snra. on the phone. We will get together another time. mr_weasel then showed up with his HTA and a delightful bouquet (cats are now eating it, I wouldn't be surprised). Mr. Z returned to pick up Mrs. Z's purse.

Dishes were done (but not by me. I will let them soak until tommorow). I'm going to bed.