I’d have to characterize my trip to The City as a success.
Despite only being around for a few days, I managed to spend some breathless quality time with friends and family–the final count of our exploits including a Japanese print-art exhibit, a gay rugby game and an exhibition to commemorate the anniversary of a century-old industrial fire…with song.
As for the latest draft of my book, it’s now in the hands of “close readers”, who are tasked with gently beating the living shit out of it, while I do my best for two months to forget I ever wrote the thing.
In the meantime I’m trying to get some brand of social life here in Lonesome Valley–and ideally, one that doesn’t involve hiking. So I’m planning to resuscitate two hobbies that I’d previously abandoned at the county border: The roleplaying game Dungeons & Dragons, and the Chinese rummy variant Mahjong.
I’ve put together a website for the former, hoping to scare-up some local geeks on their virtual turf. As for the latter, I resorted to “sexuality profiling”.
“Would you be interested in a Mahjong night?” I asked the host of a local gay mens’ meeting, over the bass-heavy dance music on his cabin sound system.
“How about strip Mahjong?” he proposed.