I told Chris that for this Yule event, my costuming would be to dress as a girl named Jess wearing a tackyass urban outfitter t-shirt. He said, "So... Yan, as usual?" The look was short-lived, as I had to haul my dog out of a frozen pond, and then a very clingy baby put a lot of doughnut in my hair. Managed to get a photo record of it, though. I thought about cropping my knarly upper arm bruise out of this picture, but then I thought "What am I censoring anything for anymore?"
Yule was kind of fucking magic. We spent the day cooking together, as nobody had to be rushing around game-planning. Everybody awesome came, and it was the true believers, none of the lip-service heroes. We had a massive bonfire. At four am, I was sitting in a pile of my friends, drinking entirely things that were made by our talented people, talking about all that has changed and all that has stayed the same, my dog utterly draped out on a sleeping Joe, who he adores. It was so good to see the progress in everyone from last year. I miss the game, but it's been an important year without it. I feel bitterly bittersweet about a lot of things.
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