18 August, 1997

Almost Home

Oh, what a weekend it has been. Unending drama!

Well, not really. I got to Earl's at about 1900 on Friday, hot and miserable and just about ready to die. I really wanted to collapse into a tiny ball, but instead I virtuously phoned Steve's parents house, where he was supposed to be waiting for me to call. He wasn't there.

Not only was he not there, but his parents were very confused. After some conversation I managed to explain that I was visiting from out of town, and that Steve had indicated he'd be waiting there for me to phone. To which they said, 'Oh, no. He went to a movie a few hours ago.'

Grr.

I thanked them politely, then phoned his apartment and left him truly caustic voicemail. _Then_ I showered, and we made dinner, and eventually I spoke with Steve on the phone. And with Rick and with Victor, and my, it was amusing. I could feel the pressure nudging me into an old dynamic, but sitting in Earl's dining room, watching him read, there was no chance I'd slide into it. Best for all concerned, really.

I dephoned, and we slept, and then woke up too early on Saturday. I was ready to leave by 8am, but they were of course late and didn't pick me up until about 8:30 or so. We drove at high speeds to Huntington Beach, which is a good hour or so away, off in Orange County.

Once there we sat around a lot. I met some people. I fretted. I paced. I nearly drove Steve and Rick crazy, I think, except by this point they've seen me do this sort of thing at least twenty different times. I'm a mess right before I go on course... sort of stage fright, except it's more irrtation than fright. I'm not good at waiting. Finally, around 11am, we went into game.

It was long and hot and I spent a great deal of time running. I got to be properly manipulative. I managed to keep headspace for most of the day. I didn't get too emotionally involved, but got very intellectually involved, which was perfect for the character. I had some very nice play with a few of the NPCs. Our GM proved to be absolutely stunning, taking what was a pretty bad script and doing some interesting things with it.

Day one was over by about 3:30, which wasn't nearly long enough. Yet another design flaw; the game was sanctioned at seven hours, but only lasted four and a half. We went to Coco's, where I ate chocolate cream pie and listened dazedly to the conversations until 6ish, when I made Steve drive me back to Earl's.

Saturday evening I spent reasserting my current self, as opposed to the Cera who used to do IFGS all the time. Earl and I went to dinner at Flora's Kitchen, which was really excellent. I told him about the game, and he told me about what he'd been reading, and we discussed random things that seemed interesting at the time. By the time we got back home I felt like myself again, and read several chapters of Speed Tribes before going to sleep.

Sunday was much like Saturday, except somewhat less fun. It was hotter, and I had a harder time staying in appropriate headspace, and the design flaws were much more apparent. I was also much more tired, and my legs were sore from all the running I did Saturday. It was still fun, though. We went back to Coco's, and I talked to some people. All the conversation was still about the game, of course, which was hard for me. It was a game, it had some flaws, it could've been done better. What else is there to say?

After a while I rounded people up and they drove me home. I spent the ride back talking to Rick -- mostly about his ex-wife, Michelle, and about my relationship with Earl, but also about theatre and music and lifestyles and people we knew in high school. It was intensely weird to realise just how far we'd diverged. Rick's a drama major, and he's in the midst of all this emotional change, whereas I seem to be doing a lot more intellectual remodelling.

Once home I hugged everyone, then sent them off and found Earl, who I hugged even more. After some flopping about we went to see The Big Sleep at the Beverly Cinema. The shows were running late, but we persevered, and it turned out to be entirely worthwhile. The version we saw was the 1945 pre-release version, which was changed quite a bit before the movie came out in the theatres in 1946. After the film we saw a mini-documentary by some guy at UCLA about the changes, including all the new scenes and why they were inserted. It was a lot more interesting than I would have expected. Maybe I ought to take some cinema classes?

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And that was my weekend. Today? Today I drove. Earl and I had lunch at Harris Ranch. We had a difficult but rewarding conversation over our food. Then I drove more. Eventually we got to Czr's, where we are staying while they do hideous things to my apartment. We went to dinner with Jim and Czr, and came back to collapse in their guest bedroom and pet my cat. She seems to be doing well in their house, although she isn't venturing out of the guest bedroom.


©1997 Cera Kruger

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