So yesterday we ventured into a land called something like Ahrlann or Iyein. I can't quite make out what anyone calls it around here.
When Pete told us we were taking a fairy-trip to this land, we all got quite excited. We knew it was a magical land with its leprechauns, goliaths, and whiskey-drunks... but fairys. aren't they make-believe? I think between the bit of Elder Scrolls Jeff and Joe have been playing, combined with the Ricky Gervais DVD we had been watching, all of us assumed fairies could very well exist in these odd lands. Well, you should have seen our faces when we reached the loading point, not to find any fairies at all, but only one large metal ferry. yikes. We were taking this thing? there was a serious lack of magic involved in this trip, and I would be a liar if I said we all weren't a bit pissed off about it.
It was all made ok when we saw a gentleman in the ferry get super sick. Man, it might not have been any fairy dust, but something I've never seen before turned this dude's face the most amazing shade of pale green. He couldn't stand or anything. It was then we realized the forces we were dealing with may be even more powerful than fairies. We all thought it would be best to take it easy. So we put the whiskey away, and went to lie down. Some of us couldn't sleep so we found a backwards version of Black Jack where we watched as tons of stumbly Irish men lost tons of money. We thought, maybe they are just unlucky, we could win where they lost. Boy were we wrong. In better news, I reached the level of Shogun in Hot Shots golf.
Happy Easter everyone...