"Closing Time"

Nerdly 5

I was remiss in my last Nerdly post. I did not mention the cobbler. I will not describe it here, to keep you, who were not there, from crying over not having tasted its splendor. Know this: it was there, it was magnificent, and now, it is gone.

So I mentioned that we were going to sleep late on Sunday morning, but alas, this was not to be.

We instead were awoken my an enthusiastic male voice (I think it was Eric) telling each cabin that it was breakfast time. Breakfast was supposed to be cold and simple, but lots of leftover fajitas meant that we were instead treated to breakfast burritos. By the time we got there they were almost gone, and cold, but delicious nonetheless.

Mark, Jeff and I had no real plans for the morning session. I was signed up to play In a Wicked Age, but I really wanted to do something with my buddies. The facilitator for Wicked asked if I was still interested in playing. I could see in her eyes that she had too many players, and so I told her that I would love to play, but that if she had need of my spot, I would gladly give it up. She politely said that she was over booked, but that since I signed up on the wiki, I was guaranteed a spot. I told her to take it, and wandered over to the board game table. During our late night Waffle House conversation we had mentioned playing the WWII game that Jeff and I had played. The board game table was fairly picked clean, and it turned out that Clinton had left already, so no chance to say so long, or play any of his awesome games. We three decided on a game none of us had played called Zendo. We had no clue what we were doing and were planning on talking through most of it.

Jeff has already said better than I could about what happened during Zendo, and he did it using both monkeys and poop, so I will not try to better that description here. I enjoyed myself, and when I stopped to look around and start cleaning at the approved time, I found that the cleaning was almost complete. Jeff and I did some last minute sweeps through the cabins, and in a short while we were saying our goodbyes, recording a few movies, and packing up to leave.

I'll be back next year. And while I can't promise to run anything like Jeff does (I might, just no promises) I do promise to do everything I can to roll deep. I will dedicate myself to getting more of my friends to show for this event.