Well, we're home, and another Gathering is over. It started out being the Year of the Griffin, but ended up being Year of the Bugs. We arrived in Boston a bit early, which combined with Mike being late resulted in... a surprisingly short delay before we were picked up. Friday was travel-and-recovery-therefrom day. We went to a game store, ate pizza, and talked, and that was about it, I think. Saturday was book sale day, wherein we visited the Westport Friends Meeting annual used book sale, as advised by someone I know from alt.folklore.urban. We met him at the sale, and then adjourned to the Bayside seafood restaurant for an amazingly large amount of good food. Carl and I split a seafood platter... more on that later. We hiked down to the nearby beach so us mid-continentals could stand on rocks and look at the ocean and little snails and fun things like that. On the way back, I discovered three ticks crawling around on me, the probable result of a foray over to some tall grass to read a wildlife refuge sign. Oops. We went back to the sale, bought some more books, and then went back to Marlboro to meet Walter Williams, another Phoenyx member (and friend of Mike's). After we were joined by Allison, we discussed dinner plans, whereupon we learned that the seafood platter had come back to haunt Carl. Being that we shared it and I was fine, we suspect a seafood allergy. So we went to Pacific Buffet (despite being on the Atlantic, but never mind), had a large quantity of quite good Chinese food and sushi and things, and came home (sans Walter). Carl entertained us with his driving (in)ability in Grand Theft Auto for what remained of the evening. Somebody else can recount Sunday's activities, because I'm rather vague on the timeline at the moment. Monday was back-to-work day for everybody, so Carl and I went downtown and played tourist. Boston is a nice city to visit, but rather frustrating on a one-day tour since all you basically do is get an idea of how much there is to see, and consequently how much more you're missing than doing. Today was travel day. More AA cutbacks had resulted in our return flight going through Ft. Worth instead of St. Louis, which would have been okay had the plane not come up to the DFW terminal and found another plane in its parking spot. We sat on the ramp for half an hour (on top of a three-hour flight) before they finally got out of our way. This resulted in a sprint from A12 to C27, which would have been much more satisfying if they'd closed the plane door just after we got there, instead of sitting at *that* gate for another twenty minutes. Oh well. It's good to be home. Many thanks to Mike and Allison for chauffeuring us all over the state, putting us up, and putting up with us. -- Karen J. Cravens silver@phoenyx.net ---------------------------------------------------------------- GAMERS Home Page: http://www.phoenyx.net/gamers/
