The drugs have their penalties. In my case, dreaming of gregvaneekhout. He and I were at some sort of retreat, along with timpratt, sarahprineas and a number of the other usual suspects. We wound up playing a sort of combination of full contact tag and Mafia in and around a horse barn, except we called it "Gorillas and Lions." Some people were playing it as strip tag, but luckily there were a lot of horse blankets. There was also a lot of running around weird rusted old farm implements and rotting floorboards, so I don't know why we all didn't put our eyes out. Which would have spared us the consequences of strip tag, at any rate. Except for the one guy in the gorilla suit. Who might have been chronodm.
And gregvaneekhout, next time you're cruise director in one of my dreams, could we just sit down to a nice game of Settlers of Catan or something?