Gaming at Worldcon was a blast. Should I ever do this again, I’m requesting ribbons that say, “Gaming, the red-headed bastard step child of Worldcon”. The Montreal blurb on gaming makes me go into hysterical giggle. I’m sure I’m scared for life.
Like I said, a blast. Friday I helped set up the TOR party with my cart. D taught me cribbage. We had some wonderful games. Steve Jackson lent us a copy of Munchkin Booty to play with and signed the copy of Munchkin we had.
It was a great con. I’ve been asked to do it again…we’ll have to see. But I would…oh yes, I would.