Whoo!

Long time no see, people. In case anyone worried, yes, I did survive Origins. All of the time effort, running around, last minute costume changes (I spent all of Friday night in Scott's pants!), the tragedies, the last-minute NPC's, the koolaid, the exhaustion, the hurty feet...

It was all worth it.

It was worth it to shake down my french twist, and go splash in the fountain, in the pouring rain, in an evening gown.

It was worth it to wear skintight leather and feel every inch the sexy biatch.

It was worth it to laugh, cry, and remenisce in character.

It was worth it to realize what my PC wants and needs, more than anything else.

It was worth it to see the performances, and to watch the shows.

It was worth it to see people appreciative of the venue.

It was worth it to watch amazing scenes, and it was worth it to play in amazing moments.

It was worth it, so much so that I almost cried when it was all over.

All I want is to do my best to be a storyteller who spins a good yarn, provides a good stage, and is willing to work with you to make every game the best it can be.

That's not too much, is it?