This leaves me here alone for a weekend of techno music, porn, and pork skins. Or not.
Fortunately, this will probably be a weekend where people can actually attend Sunday dinner.
Tonight is Kevin's GURPS Lorn game. I'm looking forward to that. It could be nice to bust some heads.
It's interesting: for months I would occasionally imagine the feeling of being Meat, of looking down at people and feeling powerful muscles surge as I swung a heavy club. Sicne the last few games of Andy's Depression game, though, my idle thoughts have tended more to thoughts being Alec, of wearing a suit and shooting things. (Which is something of a poor representation of Alec, sadly. I'd rather that my idle thoughts of Alec were of the feeling of being absolutely charming and finding the perfect thing to say.)
(These idle thoughts are never of violence at anything in particular, btw. The club thoughts are about swinging the club more than they are about hitting anything. The shooting thoughts have been about shooting things like hondeydew melons or cotton candy.)
Given a choice, I'd somewhat rather have the club thoughts than the gun thoughts.