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I was talking to my dad last night and mentioned that I'd be up in Sioux City in April for an L5R tournament (namely, Bob Yager's South Sioux City Kotei at Magecon) and he says, "Really? When?" So I told I would be there the 24th, the 25th and the 26th and he says, "Up there at the convention center? I'm going to be there that weekend." "No," I said, "Really? What for?" "Cosmo convention," he says. ('Cosmo' is short for Cosmopolitan International, a civic charitable club that my dad has belonged to for many, many years.) "Really?" I said.
He wasn't 100% sure, because he couldn't find the convention flyer just then, but he was 95% sure. I was a bit surprised that the Marina Inn would be hosting two conventions at the same time, but then I remembered that the bulk of Magecon is usually in the annex, leaving lots of room in the hotel proper for the Cosmo convention. So. My dad is (pretty probably) going to be at convention center when I'm there at a gaming convention.
My first reaction, I'll admit, was a surge of adolescent horror. "OMG MY DAD IS GOING TO BE AT THE SAME HOTEL ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE HANGING OUT AT!!!!11!1". That was pretty short lived, because on the one hand, when you are 44 your parents tend to be fairly accepting of the idea that you might be staying up late and partying on the weekends; and on the other hand, my dad isn't exactly a stranger to the concept of staying up late and partying himself. I'm ok with him meeting the people I hang out with, too. He really doesn't understand rpgs, ccgs or L5R, but he knows that I'm enjoying what I'm doing and he's proud of my writing accomplishments. (Two Christmases ago I took my laptop over to his place, got on the internet and showed him the AEG site. I think I was grinning like an idiot when I brought up my most recent story and showed him my name on the byline.)
--It's weird to think of it, but really my first gaming group was my family. I have fond memories of my childhood, when me and my sister and our parents would play games on Friday night, there on the floor of our living room. We played Life, and Payday, and Trouble, and--I don't even remember them all. One was a game involving words that wasn't Scrabble. Those were fun times!
I'm going to try and see my dad that weekend. We'll both be busy with our respective conventions, but I only get to see him once or twice a year and I'm not going to let this go by without making the effort. Maybe I'll get a chance to introduce him to Bob--that would be amazing. Bob's always reminded me strongly of my dad; I think that's one of the reasons we hit it off so well when we first met. They both love to cook, they both like fine spirits, and they both like to shoot the breeze.
In a week or so I'll call my dad again and see if he's really going to be there that weekend. If he is, I'll have to make plans.
He wasn't 100% sure, because he couldn't find the convention flyer just then, but he was 95% sure. I was a bit surprised that the Marina Inn would be hosting two conventions at the same time, but then I remembered that the bulk of Magecon is usually in the annex, leaving lots of room in the hotel proper for the Cosmo convention. So. My dad is (pretty probably) going to be at convention center when I'm there at a gaming convention.
My first reaction, I'll admit, was a surge of adolescent horror. "OMG MY DAD IS GOING TO BE AT THE SAME HOTEL ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE HANGING OUT AT!!!!11!1". That was pretty short lived, because on the one hand, when you are 44 your parents tend to be fairly accepting of the idea that you might be staying up late and partying on the weekends; and on the other hand, my dad isn't exactly a stranger to the concept of staying up late and partying himself. I'm ok with him meeting the people I hang out with, too. He really doesn't understand rpgs, ccgs or L5R, but he knows that I'm enjoying what I'm doing and he's proud of my writing accomplishments. (Two Christmases ago I took my laptop over to his place, got on the internet and showed him the AEG site. I think I was grinning like an idiot when I brought up my most recent story and showed him my name on the byline.)
--It's weird to think of it, but really my first gaming group was my family. I have fond memories of my childhood, when me and my sister and our parents would play games on Friday night, there on the floor of our living room. We played Life, and Payday, and Trouble, and--I don't even remember them all. One was a game involving words that wasn't Scrabble. Those were fun times!
I'm going to try and see my dad that weekend. We'll both be busy with our respective conventions, but I only get to see him once or twice a year and I'm not going to let this go by without making the effort. Maybe I'll get a chance to introduce him to Bob--that would be amazing. Bob's always reminded me strongly of my dad; I think that's one of the reasons we hit it off so well when we first met. They both love to cook, they both like fine spirits, and they both like to shoot the breeze.
In a week or so I'll call my dad again and see if he's really going to be there that weekend. If he is, I'll have to make plans.
