and I'm off to sunny Connecticut to play D&D all weekend.
"Blah blah blah yadda. And then you get a clue that says go over here. Blah blah blah yadda yadda. And then a fight breaks out."
On the other hand, there was some amount of fun silliness at the evening mod. But it was also, at times, infuriating silliness... the GM would start to answer a question with useful info that might potentially move plot (!) forward (!!), when another guy at the table would interrupt with a total sidetrack thing ("Did you know there's plague in the town?" "Whaaa? No!")
Not really getting to play with any of my friends.
Why am I here again?