At the Sox game last night, I got a voice mail from my sister, the actress, followed by an urgent text message: Call me as soon as you can!" I called as soon as I got home. (I left the game in disgust after the seventh inning.)
"Hey," Tricia said, on answering the phone. "I have a great offer for you, but
it requires you to be spontaneous, and you’d have to take two days off work."
"Okay," I said. "I can be spontaneous."
She explained that her husband, Adam, had acquired Mike Scioscia’s wife’s tickets for a silent auction at an annual charity event that he runs in L.A. For those of you who don’t know, Scioscia is the manager of the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Adam then bid on and won the tickets, two seats 10 rows behind home plate that come with all the food and drinks you want.
"We’d like you to go with Adam," Tricia said. "We’d fly you out here first class. You’d go to the game Friday night. They’re playing the White Sox."
She then said I could stay at her in-laws’ place in L.A.
"It will be empty, and there’s a pool," she said. "You can spend the weekend with your nieces [Avery, 25 months, and Charlie, three months]. And if you want to stick around for my birthday party on Sunday, you can meet Rob and Kaitlin."
Rob and Kaitlin play Mac and Sweet D on the brilliant "It’s always Sunny in Philadelphia." They’re friends of hers.
"We’d fly you home on Monday," she said. "First class again. What do you think? It could be a fun engagement present."
"Trish," I said. "I really appreciate the offer, and I’d love to go, but I can’t."
"Why not?" she asked. "It would be a blast."
"I know," I said, "but I’m running Weasel Moot that weekend."
I hope to see you there.
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NOOOOO
You were supposed to go to the West Coast and murder those bloody morons we’re supposed to be waging a blood feud against.
The War Weasel speaks.
The War Weasel reminds you that we are only at war with the northwestern part of the country. The War Weasel questions whether our club is ready to take on the entire West Coast. And even if we were ready, the War Weasel points out that California has attended every Moot.
Also, even in times of war, the War Weasel doesn’t condone name calling.
The War Weasel has spoken.
At least we know where you priorities lie. I approve. š
My wife has graciously offered to take your place on the trip to LA. She’s not a baseball fan but she’ll suffer through the game.
And she thinks you’re an idiot.
My bad!
[quote]My wife has graciously offered to take your place on the trip to LA. She’s not a baseball fan but she’ll suffer through the game.
And she thinks you’re an idiot.[/quote]
You know what, Christian. You can do that stuff anytime. You only get to do a Moot once per year!
[quote]And she thinks you’re an idiot.[/quote]
The War Weasel speaks.
The War Weasel is reminded of a time in his youth when he skipped a family trip to Hawaii to play Dungeons and Dragons at GenCon. If your wife had called [i]him[/i] an idiot, she would have been right.
The War Weasel has spoken.
LOL. I relayed your Hawaii/D&D/GenCon story to my wife. Her response was:
“These are things you shouldn’t be telling me. This doesn’t make me respect your “hobby” (complete with air quotes).”
Was this a GENCON at Lake Geneva while TSR was still its own entity? If so, then it is perfectly justifiable. You just anticipated what would come in the future with TSR being folded into a larger company, GENCON moving to Indiana, and the last two versions of D&D.
I’m half-related right? I’ll go hang out with your sister and bro-in-law at the Angels game this weekend.