In my book, I wrote of last year’s trip to Denmark that it blew my mind. Well, this year’s trip, a two-week tour-de-force to the Fastaval and Solmukohta roleplaying conventions in Denmark and Finland broke my body.
A vicious attack by a flat patch of street left me hobbled with a sprained ankle that compromised my ability to lug my leaden suitcase (full of books) around. I also became the vector for a virulent pandemic marked by colorful mucus, excessive coughing, and Barry-White style vocalizations. And finally, I engaged in competitive sleep-deprivation, winning the final party of Solmukohta for America, mainly by saying “I am going to win this party for America” enough times while coughing con-plague on to folks at 7am.
Watch this space in the coming days for some serious, hard-core blogging about the trip, which was full of bad-ass games, awesome people, and fascinating conversations about everything from socialism to beards.
Oh, and my book is out in stores, at long last. Do consider supporting your local writer and buying a copy!