in view of the recent D&D (which i did not attend.), i've been tasked with the topic of meet ups. why there are, in existence, such functions, such gatherings.

i myself was never much of a believer of such congregating. to a blatantly unsentimental individual such as i, going for dinner with a headcount of more than five is a meaningless waste of time. and i mean it literally.

especially for girls (and i know, because i was from an all-girls secondary school.), they would never, i repeat, NEVER, leave the house without checking out what everyone else is wearing, and they take forever to get dressed themselves. end result? everyone arrives late.
(EST. TIME WASTED: 1 HR.)

next, and this applies to both ladies and gents, the destination point is constantly being modified, and everyone gets lost.
(EST. TIME WASTED: 45 MINS.)

and since no one ever thinks about just picking a restaurant first, it is decided that it would be best vested in everyone's interest to meet, then choose where they will be having what would appear to be their last supper. therefore,
(EST. TIME WASTED: 30 MINS.)

when the group is finally IN the restaurant (thank the lord no one died of starvation along the way.), one will have to wait for everyone else to decide and order what they will be having. it is only the most BASIC of manners, is it not?
(EST. TIME WASTED: 30 MINS.)

during dinner, everyone talks about nonsense that's hardly even relevant anymore and bitch about people they used not to like. and that in my opinion, is the point. that there is no justice in the world and there is no longer reason for the birds to sing. when the arguement becomes moot.
( EST. TIME WASTED: 3 HRS.)

me? i love my solitude. the only two types of gatherings i feel obliged to show up for are weddings and funerals.

however, not being at D&D this year has made me feel like i totally missed out. people were coming to me telling me that MIKO was the most gorgeous mer-transvestite in the history of ever, that the games were awesome, and not forgetting DAVID, the first drunk of the day, was up to unforgettable antics. hearing everything, i would have killed to have been there. witnessing all this for myself first hand would have been awesome, but missing drunken fun with the people i've grown to love and respect?

-insert sad face

i would have sent a postcard but you guys would have gotten back before you'd recieved it. still, there will always be next year, and doubtless, it will keep getting better. to all those who made it there and didn't, fret not. just because you didn't go to batam does not mean you are not part of the family. we still love you. :)

till next time,

BOOMZ!