I guess that analogy really doesn’t explain all that much for most people, but I’m going to go with it. Something something, three days, lack of sleep, whiskey… And amazing, amazing geekiness. But mostly the whiskey.

Having played once before, I was asked to scav for GASH by Amber. And so I roll into headquarters and start introducing myself. Someone calls and reports that they’ve found a rather large spool, does someone have a truck? No, well, can someone roll it back to HQ? Apparently, that’s me, and so I walk off, and then I come back and ask if someone can ride my bike back, or better yet if it can somehow be fit into my messenger bag. No, it won’t fit in my bag, yes, someone will ride back my bike. That would be Amber, who barely fits on my bike with the seat dropped as far as it will go, and she discovers that it’s fixie, which she’s never ridden before.

(more…)