A lovely evening of candlelight gaming
Aug. 15th, 2003 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerWe were planning on having a gaming night last night anyway, so it wasn't unreasonable at all for sythyry to bring home his two coworkers who also game with us. They both live in Manhattan, so they weren't going to be able to get home anyway.
We traded in the plan of take out Chinese for a Chez Gargoyle picnic of tuna, salmon, and spinach sandwiches, chickpea salad made with mint from the patch in the yard, leftover pasta salad, orange juice, and applesauce with pop rocks mix-ins.
We figured out where all the candles in the house were (being witches, we tend to have a lot of candles), found the three emergency flashlights (mine was right where I left it, go me!), filled up every cooking pot in the house and the bathtub with cold water (this was Bard's thing; he was worried if things went on for a while, we'd lose the water pump), and settled in for an evening of low-plot World Tree by candlelight. It was a little bit warm, but not really uncomfortable, and I enjoyed myself.
We put our guests to bed in the guest room and couch around 11:30, and by midnight the power had come back on. They're rather cranky, having slept in work clothes and having to go to their office rather than to their homes, as the trains still aren't running. Bard's still having the aftereffects of nervousness, probably. I think there's some primal thing that made him worried that he needed to protect his wife and soon-to-arrive child from the lack-of-services, as if I were somehow going to have a homebirth two and a half months early. But for me, it was just candles and quiet and friends and a wiggly tummy. Not a bad time at all.
sythyry to bring home his two coworkers who also game with us. They both live in Manhattan, so they weren't going to be able to get home anyway. We traded in the plan of take out Chinese for a Chez Gargoyle picnic of tuna, salmon, and spinach sandwiches, chickpea salad made with mint from the patch in the yard, leftover pasta salad, orange juice, and applesauce with pop rocks mix-ins.
We figured out where all the candles in the house were (being witches, we tend to have a lot of candles), found the three emergency flashlights (mine was right where I left it, go me!), filled up every cooking pot in the house and the bathtub with cold water (this was Bard's thing; he was worried if things went on for a while, we'd lose the water pump), and settled in for an evening of low-plot World Tree by candlelight. It was a little bit warm, but not really uncomfortable, and I enjoyed myself.
We put our guests to bed in the guest room and couch around 11:30, and by midnight the power had come back on. They're rather cranky, having slept in work clothes and having to go to their office rather than to their homes, as the trains still aren't running. Bard's still having the aftereffects of nervousness, probably. I think there's some primal thing that made him worried that he needed to protect his wife and soon-to-arrive child from the lack-of-services, as if I were somehow going to have a homebirth two and a half months early. But for me, it was just candles and quiet and friends and a wiggly tummy. Not a bad time at all.
