A rather pleasant day all round really, if I do say so, and it’s been from relaxing into things for a change. We managed to get the Sunday D&D group back off the ground this week, but have changed venues to run it at Maidment Towers rather than the local coffee shop. It’s mostly down to not being limited by shop opening hours and not having people peer over our shoulders, but I’ll admit it’s stirred old memories of the fun we used to have gathered round the table at my parents’ place.
Games around the table have always been a powerfully sociable experience for me. The ebb and flow of conversation, the cut and thrust of jokes and jibes, and the lift that comes from misspoken words and laughter that grips everyone around the table: these are powerful draws. Whenever a group of gamers gets together, those stories and jokes come back out, as fresh as they ever were. The same thing is happening with this new group, and it’s a joy to see.
Another factor in shifting locations however has been to allow us to have Chips, Lady P’s dog, with us. Until now, one or the other of her or D have been having to stay home to dog-sit him, or they had to pay someone to look after him as he has separation anxiety. This bouncy, fluffy ball of chaotic energy soon learned to settle as we focused on the game and not him. We’re still looking after him as I write, to give his owners a chance to go see Avengers so that we can all geek out together later.
Not a bad way to spend a weekend…