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@Jedishy I'm only 18, but I don't care if anyone else drinks. Assuming it's legal, anyway. I don't know much about Maryland's drinking laws, but I do know 18 year olds can enter a bar, at least.

The poniverse server is good, but it's pretty dead. I've never seen more than 5 people online at once.

I'm fine with that if everyone else is, too.

That works for me. Which hotel are you staying at?

Here's everything else I have, if anyone wants to play any of these. They're not all that fun and most of them are old, but there are a few good ones. I can probably fit one to three board games depending on their size and a few card games.

Probably pork, though chicken is good, too. I don't actually like pork chops at all, but bbq pulled pork, ham, and bacon are all amazing.

@Jedishy Any time on Thursday after the opening ceremonies works for me. And a public area could work, but as I said earlier, we wouldn't be able to play Cards Against Humanity (I think someone here said they have CAH, but I don't remember who) or the NSFW expansion of Unstable Unicorns in public. Also, it sounds a bit counterintuitive, but we'd probably have more space in a hotel room without all the people milling around and being loud. I don't care too much either way, but that's how I see it. As for snacks, we could each just bring something like a bag of candy or a bottle of soda or whatever. I have to buy food at some point on Thursday, so I can pick up a few things if anyone has requests for snacks. I'll be bringing everything I mentioned earlier, and I might be able to fit a few more games, but it depends on what I can stuff into my suitcases. My train station doesn't allow checked baggage, so I have to fit everything in my two carry-on bags. I'll see what I can squeeze in tomorrow.

We can all still meet during the con, but that probably shouldn't be our main game event.

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

+1 for Thursday night. I'm going to Neighhem Fest on Sunday night (I'll be unavailable 5:15 until midnight, probably) so that's not a good day for me either, and I'd recommend against Friday night since the Gala is until 11pm. I'll be in Baltimore on Thursday around 1pm and I'm leaving on Monday at 2pm. Stabletop games works, but that takes up con time and we'll be a bit limited on games we can play (no CAH and such). I think my hotel room is a little smaller than most, but it's not too far (20ish minute walk) from the convention center and there's nobody else in it. It should be fine to use if nobody else has a larger and/or closer room we can use. I'll also be wearing my avatar as a badge, but I'll also be cosplaying as my OC Friday night at the Gala, Saturday, and Sunday, so that should be easy to spot. Just look for the 6'1 white pegasus. I'm bringing five MTG decks (all casual, though I can make 1 modern legal if I sideboard in a few cards), a bunch of different dice, and Unstable Unicorns with the Rainbow expansion and the NSFW expansion (basically CAH). Also, I'll bring a standard pack of coated playing cards if anyone wants to use those for some reason.

"Great! Now I'm only $85,000 in debt!"

I have countless amazing memories from high school marching band, and I figured I'd put them here so that I can always remember them, and maybe a few people will also get a laugh out of some of them. I guess I'll start with freshman year. I'll have to omit a few memories. As much as I'd like to share everything, we have three traditions that only band members are supposed to know about. I know it's the internet and nobody cares, but it's important to me to keep them a secret. Bus traditions Whenever we were on a bus ride somewhere, for the first and last few minutes of the ride the highest leader on the bus (usually a fleet) would say "fall in, face forward," and we'd sit still in our seats facing forward, and we weren't supposed to make noise. We did this because most accidents occur within the first and last few minutes of trips, and this allowed the bus driver to focus on the road, rather than the fifty loud teenagers behind them. We'd also say "thank you" to the bus driver whenever we got off. This was a tradition stemming back all the way to 1969 when the band was formed, and it's something we never lost. The terrifying drive to Camp Greenbrier This was where we had our band camp. We took tour busses (three my freshman year, I think), and I'm almost certain the road there wasn't meant for vehicles that large. The roads were barely wide enough for two regular sized cars to scrape past each other, and there was a fairly sharp drop on one side of the road. Every time we passed another car heading in the opposite direction I'd be terrified we'd slip off the edge of the road. The banana peel During lunch one day, our bronze fleet (4th in command) turned around in his chair, stared right at me, and shoved a banana peel into his mouth. We became fairly close that year. He was a pretty chill guy. My first parent show (I cried) Every year on Friday evening we'd perform what we had done of the show for our parents. It was a pretty long drive and only a couple hundred people would normally show up at Greenbrier (more showed up my senior year when we switched camps), but it was still really cool, and it was my first real performance in marching band. Up until that point I had been considering quitting band after that year, but once the show was over, I realized just how incredible it was that so many people could come together to make something so amazing. Then all the seniors started crying because it was their last year. I guess it was contagious because I started crying, too. Though, in my defense, I had made quite a few close friends that were seniors, and my sister was also a senior that year. The start of a new tradition Every year on Saturday before we left camp, the seniors would all hold hands and walk down the practice field together. Normally non-seniors weren't allowed to watch, but they made exceptions for people taking pictures. My sister asked me to take some, so they allowed me to show up. This year, however, one of the percussion players (his name escapes my memory, but he was one of the last people I would have expected to do something like this) said something along the lines of "Guys, we're not close enough," and they all put their arms around each other's shoulders instead of just holding hands. More crying followed. Guard was terrible, but everything else was great At competitions, we'd consistently get 5th, 4th, or even 3rd place in every category except for color guard. They were always in the bottom 5 places. On the opposite end, we got within top 3 for drum majors that year at every competition. A bittersweet memory To this day I'm not sure if I regret this decision or not. Probably yes, but whatever. This was the year I asked my ex-girlfriend out. I remember specifically it was a Friday night after a football game, early on in the season. I was terrified, but I had more guts back then, so I managed to do it. We were friends for a couple of months, then we started officially dating. I can't deny I was happier then than I ever had been before, so maybe it was worth it. Maybe. That's everything interesting I can remember from freshman year. Maybe it wasn't all that interesting, or maybe I just can't remember much from that long ago. And there's always the possibility that Senior year was just so exciting that every other year seems dull by comparison. Who knows. More to come.

"We just killed a police officer, what do we do?" "Run."

I'm not sure how it took me so long to find this one.

5/10 Not bad. Just kind of average.

Class of 2018, probably the best year of my life. The vast majority of my good memories come from my senior year, especially marching band.

"When in doubt; lube."

Think stick with legs. A tall stick with legs. I fall into the underweight category on the BMI chart, and no amount of eating or exercising has been able to change that for me.

Thigh-highs are alright. They're not hugely attractive to me, but I like them.

I'm more than a little bit of a coward, so I'll just have to hope that, by some miracle, it finds me one day. Celestia knows I don't have the guts to go searching for it.