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Sep. 28th, 2008 05:07 pmBecause secret RB2 plans fell through, and then taking care of my roommate took less time than I expected (She found other people to share her lemonade1 with), and then I didn't feel like riding on the T for an hour in order to go play RockBand (well, I did, I'm just...poor.), I decided that the absolute best thing to do with myself last night was to call someone and go on an adventure with them.
I may have been slightly...er...manic when I made this decision. I was certainly at full hyperactive chaotic capacity at the time, aided by the rain and the fact that I have finally gotten around to discovering the Beatles, and they tend to do some pretty upbeat stuff.
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tirerim wound up being the unfortunate recipient of my phone call, and for reasons unknown to me2, agreed to go on an adventure with me.
So I show up at his place, and he starts to assemble things into a bag. And this is the point of this post --adventure bags! The only things I told him he needed were a waterproof coat, waterproof shoes, and a hat. I possibly also added the stipulation of no umbrellas. (Umbrella's irritate me). Due to the wet and whatnot, neither of us really managed to use much of our adventure packs, but it was nice to have them.
So!
You're in a city. A crazy nineteen year old has just informed you that the two of you are going on an adventure of unknown origin, and to throw some stuff into a bag. What do you pack?
( Besides the towel (of course), here's what I had, and what I can remember BDan having. )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: "When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And if the lemonade is just too damm sour, sometimes you have to share it around to make it go away" Credit Kat Smeow, circa 2005ish, possibly in a letter. Actual quote paraphrased because I don't feel3 like going through old letters right now.
2: This is a dirty lie. I called him up, asked if he was doing anything, asked if he'd like to go on an adventure with me. If I have anybody on this friends list who, if they admitted they weren't doing anything, did not say "yes!" to the prospect of an adventure, I will have to smite them. Seriously, that's the sort of xkcdian thing that just doesn't happen in real life. Alternatively, feel free to call me whenever and propose the same. If I'm not busy, you've got a partner in exploration, damnit!
3: This is also a dirty lie. There is never, has never been, will never be a time when I don't feel like going through old letters that my clone sent me. But I rather want to get this livejournal post finished first, which is why the folder is sitting on my lap for now, instead of open.
Obcryptic: You're right. Flowers can last a very long time. The one in question is sitting on my desk right now, more than two years later. Thank you.
I may have been slightly...er...manic when I made this decision. I was certainly at full hyperactive chaotic capacity at the time, aided by the rain and the fact that I have finally gotten around to discovering the Beatles, and they tend to do some pretty upbeat stuff.
tirerim wound up being the unfortunate recipient of my phone call, and for reasons unknown to me2, agreed to go on an adventure with me. So I show up at his place, and he starts to assemble things into a bag. And this is the point of this post --adventure bags! The only things I told him he needed were a waterproof coat, waterproof shoes, and a hat. I possibly also added the stipulation of no umbrellas. (Umbrella's irritate me). Due to the wet and whatnot, neither of us really managed to use much of our adventure packs, but it was nice to have them.
So!
You're in a city. A crazy nineteen year old has just informed you that the two of you are going on an adventure of unknown origin, and to throw some stuff into a bag. What do you pack?
( Besides the towel (of course), here's what I had, and what I can remember BDan having. )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: "When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And if the lemonade is just too damm sour, sometimes you have to share it around to make it go away" Credit Kat Smeow, circa 2005ish, possibly in a letter. Actual quote paraphrased because I don't feel3 like going through old letters right now.
2: This is a dirty lie. I called him up, asked if he was doing anything, asked if he'd like to go on an adventure with me. If I have anybody on this friends list who, if they admitted they weren't doing anything, did not say "yes!" to the prospect of an adventure, I will have to smite them. Seriously, that's the sort of xkcdian thing that just doesn't happen in real life. Alternatively, feel free to call me whenever and propose the same. If I'm not busy, you've got a partner in exploration, damnit!
3: This is also a dirty lie. There is never, has never been, will never be a time when I don't feel like going through old letters that my clone sent me. But I rather want to get this livejournal post finished first, which is why the folder is sitting on my lap for now, instead of open.
Obcryptic: You're right. Flowers can last a very long time. The one in question is sitting on my desk right now, more than two years later. Thank you.