I had separate posts for all of this, but time’s a-wastin’ …
FRIDAY:
Bits of this and that during the afternoon, keeping me out of trouble. Margie got the cookie for the day, though, dealing with folks who couldn’t be bothered with deadlines until the final deadline, and who couldn’t be bothered to key in something online but could be bothered to scribbled it on hardcopy and fax it to her for data entry.
In the evening we went over to Doyce’s for the next installment of The Century Club Presents! (SOTC). This one was a murder mystery at a government lab “on the moors” kind of thing.
My favorite moment came at the end, when the Daring Magpie — being charged by the lunatic killer wielding a brandy snifter of virulent nerve poison — took advantage of her murdered father’s ghost arriving on the scene at just the right moment (tosses in a Fate point) and uses Sleight-of-Hand to delicately remove the snifter from her hand without spilling (thank heavens) a drop.
It was a crazy-stupid heroic thing to do, but as I told Doyce, “Hey, if I can’t do something crazy-stupid heroic in a pulp game, when can I?” Much fun.
SATURDAY:
The Official Celebrate Margie’s Birthday Day. No breakfast in bed, but plenty of relaxation for the Lady of the House, along with opening of gifts and a nummy dinner at The Fort (review to follow eventually). She seemed to enjoy herself, as did Kitten and I.
SUNDAY:
Light errands, bill-paying, movie-watching, and general whiling away of the hours. Nice.