In which there is a Tentative Facepalm.

So D&D was... well, I've never had a session get quite as derailed as this one did. There were supposed to be fights. There were none. We finished three hours earlier than planned. There were pot-brownies being fed to Umber Hulks, and the spontaneous creation of Bodhi, a fully-baked Dwarven dealer who was his own personal roving contact high. But, the gang seemed to have fun with it at least. I wish the evening had lasted longer, D&D or no, but the Doctor had to go home early and catch up on sleep before Faire tomorrow. But, we got to be goofy and try on various hats (as well as an errant lampshade) before she left, and I get to see her tomorrow, so that's something to look forward to.

Incidentally, I'll be wearing Steampunk garb to Faire, at least tomorrow, mainly because my normal garb's too hot to wear until it cools down a bit more. So I made a pretty snazzy bowtie out of some spare fabric I had lying around, which puts me another piece closer to a finished outfit. Now all I really need is to find some old welding goggles I can paint, and I'll have everything I need. Well, except a frock coat, but sadly that's beyond both my budget and my limited sewing skills. So goggles'll have to do.