It's my Game Day and I'll cry if I want to

So it was a long ass weekend for me.

Started Friday when Seana nd I went to Sheboygan (yup, Sheboygan) for a wedding. It was like entering a new country. On more than a few times something odd would happen and the person we were talking to would just say (It's Sheboygan) So now I ammusing that expression all the time. Try it with me using the "By Mennon" commercial tag. Sha -Boy-Gan. Nifty huh!

Saturday I hosted a game day but I was in a royaly foul mood. Lillian was sick and hit 104 the night before. Erinw as gone at a flee market with Sophia, but Lilly was too sick, so she stayed home with daddy. She felt OK but Erin got home jsut as the guests arrived so no rest for daddy oh after the wedding the night before.

Game day was good, we played some new games, most of shich were a lot of fun, then things went downhill. In a combo of tired and starvation, I just got very short. Even worse, I had some wine Mike brought which made me WHINE (HAH!, I am such a crack up)

As the Role Playing Game started I had already had enough which translated into a pretty bad game (I ran it into the ground) and some tension between me and, oh, everyone.

People left at about midnight.

Sunday, Sean and I met up for a DJ job - 50th anniversary - Not too bad, but an older crown who did not dance much. (Except to Brass Monkey, a late night request, brough them all back out. How does that work?)

Monday I recovered, did not do much but compliain as the bad mood just kept getting worse, thankfully today I am much better and ready to get passed by bad game experience. Can;t do this 3 days of non-stop work from 7am to 1am. It nearly killed me as did my wife.

Anyway, Sha-Boy-Gan