Ok, this party Sarah threw was very well-attended by people who write web logs. I am having a great time reading everyone's accounts. And now I'm going to use this space to set some of them straight. Note to reader: I don't drink. Consider that as you decide who to believe. I'm not saying the others are wrong, just that their memories might be clouded.
First of all, Sarah's parties are usually very well-attended. So it's perfectly natural for her to be confused and disapointed when only one person showed up within the first two hours. Don't mind the wild mood fluctuations on her blog. They'll be over in a few days. For those of you wondering, (including Sarah) the Buffy game isn't any easier to understand when you're sober. It's trying to be D&D for sixteen-year-old girls, including spelling the word majik. And trust me, that's not really a good combination. D&D is a good thing. Sixteen-year-old girls are not a bad thing. I was one once. But when marketers try to combine the two it really doesn't work. Trust me. Either they remember how to daydream or they don't. They don't get into dice.
Mary also wrote about the party. She claims you have to go through the gheto to get to our house. That's not true. It's one possible route, yes, but so is going right from richer-than-god-city through drink-yourself-silly-ton along the edge of hip-and-trendy-ville right into my neighborhood. She had options. She chose the scariest one. Please note that by the time she arrived, she had freaked herself out enough that two little yippy dogs that belong to our neighbor had her yelling "rat!" and she thought the old men playing dominoes in front of their house were gangbangers. She also seemed to be feeling self-conscious about the amount she ate. Obviously she missed the part where I downed half the brie and half the guacamole.
One last note about a game called Celebrities. Mary and Andy, I know you haven't tried to talk movies with me before, so I don't expect you to realize it, and Andy, I'm sorry you got stuck with me as your partner. But Sarah, you really should have known better. How many times have I stared at you blankly when you tried to talk about an actor or a prominent political figure? Part of the game is writing down the names of ten celebrities. I'm the one who wrote down Zeus. And I knew who Ford Prefect was. You seriously handicapped poor Andy.
First of all, Sarah's parties are usually very well-attended. So it's perfectly natural for her to be confused and disapointed when only one person showed up within the first two hours. Don't mind the wild mood fluctuations on her blog. They'll be over in a few days. For those of you wondering, (including Sarah) the Buffy game isn't any easier to understand when you're sober. It's trying to be D&D for sixteen-year-old girls, including spelling the word majik. And trust me, that's not really a good combination. D&D is a good thing. Sixteen-year-old girls are not a bad thing. I was one once. But when marketers try to combine the two it really doesn't work. Trust me. Either they remember how to daydream or they don't. They don't get into dice.
Mary also wrote about the party. She claims you have to go through the gheto to get to our house. That's not true. It's one possible route, yes, but so is going right from richer-than-god-city through drink-yourself-silly-ton along the edge of hip-and-trendy-ville right into my neighborhood. She had options. She chose the scariest one. Please note that by the time she arrived, she had freaked herself out enough that two little yippy dogs that belong to our neighbor had her yelling "rat!" and she thought the old men playing dominoes in front of their house were gangbangers. She also seemed to be feeling self-conscious about the amount she ate. Obviously she missed the part where I downed half the brie and half the guacamole.
One last note about a game called Celebrities. Mary and Andy, I know you haven't tried to talk movies with me before, so I don't expect you to realize it, and Andy, I'm sorry you got stuck with me as your partner. But Sarah, you really should have known better. How many times have I stared at you blankly when you tried to talk about an actor or a prominent political figure? Part of the game is writing down the names of ten celebrities. I'm the one who wrote down Zeus. And I knew who Ford Prefect was. You seriously handicapped poor Andy.
