Day 553: The last Friday home
Jan. 4th, 2008 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzMost of the days since I've come home have been all about getting ready for this super murder mystery dinner Mum had planned for the Empty Nesters. The day before was all about cooking and getting the place spruced up, moving furniture and things to make way. I spent the better part of half an hour on my back underneath church tables taping tablecloth so it wouldn't get yanked.
Today was even more frantic, with last minute preparations and everything else. Mum was pretty mad with it all, and Dad did his best to keep her calm. I got me a little notebook, the sort that coppers carry around to take notes, so it wouldn't look weird if I consulted any notes. We got everything set. Had no dogs around. Justin called and mentioned he was coming down, but what mattered most was that I get ready for the game. So I dressed up, and the people came.
To be honest, I didn't have to do much other than sound like I knew what I was talking about, answer questions, help serve food (which Dad did most of), bus the table, and smile a lot. Also demonstrate all the ways a person can be strangled with things other than guns.
After it all ended, the grown-ups sat around talking, and I called Justin. He came over once the adults were gone, and we chatted for a bit. We headed down to the bowling alley to play pool like old times, but there were no tables open, so we talked weapons for a bit (like we do) and then he remembered the old laser tag place, so we went. We played three rounds of air hockey. I beat him in two. He took a few good whacks at the punching machine. I didn't remember just how strong he is, although he's probably become stronger since I knew him last. He was surprised at how good my reflexes are. I am surprised at them often. During the air hockey he scored on himself more than once, poor kid. The last game was the best, where we were neck in neck. We both made it to six points, but I got the seventh point that ended the game. We did get to play pool as well. He wiped the table with me both times. If Cyclops ever played pool (which he probably has) he'd play like Justin, all angle shots, bank shots, and curiously oblique shots that always go in when you least expect them to. As it turns out, my pool aim has become better, somehow, some way. It was all in good fun. In a totally random stroke of luck, I ran into my friend Derrick's little brother. We made eye contact and recognized each other at the same time. Kollin is a miniature Derrick clone - it was uncanny. Good to see a familiar face.
And now I'm in my room. Going to write some.
Today was even more frantic, with last minute preparations and everything else. Mum was pretty mad with it all, and Dad did his best to keep her calm. I got me a little notebook, the sort that coppers carry around to take notes, so it wouldn't look weird if I consulted any notes. We got everything set. Had no dogs around. Justin called and mentioned he was coming down, but what mattered most was that I get ready for the game. So I dressed up, and the people came.
To be honest, I didn't have to do much other than sound like I knew what I was talking about, answer questions, help serve food (which Dad did most of), bus the table, and smile a lot. Also demonstrate all the ways a person can be strangled with things other than guns.
After it all ended, the grown-ups sat around talking, and I called Justin. He came over once the adults were gone, and we chatted for a bit. We headed down to the bowling alley to play pool like old times, but there were no tables open, so we talked weapons for a bit (like we do) and then he remembered the old laser tag place, so we went. We played three rounds of air hockey. I beat him in two. He took a few good whacks at the punching machine. I didn't remember just how strong he is, although he's probably become stronger since I knew him last. He was surprised at how good my reflexes are. I am surprised at them often. During the air hockey he scored on himself more than once, poor kid. The last game was the best, where we were neck in neck. We both made it to six points, but I got the seventh point that ended the game. We did get to play pool as well. He wiped the table with me both times. If Cyclops ever played pool (which he probably has) he'd play like Justin, all angle shots, bank shots, and curiously oblique shots that always go in when you least expect them to. As it turns out, my pool aim has become better, somehow, some way. It was all in good fun. In a totally random stroke of luck, I ran into my friend Derrick's little brother. We made eye contact and recognized each other at the same time. Kollin is a miniature Derrick clone - it was uncanny. Good to see a familiar face.
And now I'm in my room. Going to write some.
