Yesterday’s OLRG was by far, one of the worst ones yet in terms of loot, with one exception – the sparkly star dagger dropped in Ulduar, and Helke ended up with it in a circuitous manner because JD came along (yay!) and can’t go on Vent (sad face) and we didn’t think to restate the loot rules about not being able to need on something in old content that is not your spec, and greed only. Hell, maybe I should just be master looter and let people roll for things. Most of the time it works out — just need on whatever you want for mogging, or state what you want specifically ahead of time. Yup, so far, no mogging loot drama in all of our OLRG runs.
But that doesn’t mean the potential isn’t there.
Tonight poor Cub wanted me to make him some cookies – he never asks anything of me really (oh sweet second sons — so wonderful) and since I had some Cougar Mountain chocolate chip cookie dough, he pre-reheated the oven, and only when CD Rogue came down to scrounge up some dinner and asked why the oven was on did I remember…so I put the cookies on the baking sheet, and he took out some left over pizza, and my bright idea was to heat them both – the pizza would be ready before the cookies, so set the timer to 10 minutes. You can probably guessed what happened. I forgot to set the timer for another 3-5 minutes, and sure enough the cookies turned out very dark…my dad would say not burnt, but “flame kissed.” CD Rogue told me this is how his grandmother baked cookies all the time, on purpose. Grandma Mimi was a lot of things, but a baker she was not. So now my domestic skills rank with Grandma Mimi. This– this is not good.
Not good at all.
So yesterday there were a few personality hiccups too. Nothing major. I’m not sure the culture of the OLRG is for everyone. At least, not a normal player. (Remember: I am the woman who repeats a radio interviewee of a Scottish accent in her car–normal isn’t happening on my watch.) I can’t explain what or who we are quickly to the casual invite. I can’t explain without going into a lengthy discussion why I have some boundaries. Sometimes, I just want things the way I want them. I’m too old and way too damn cranky to have to explain myself. Is this why women of a ‘certain age ‘ long to be elderly? To let any pretense of giving a shit fall away? To burn those damn cookies because that’s the way they like them, and the grand children can go pound sand? (What the hell does that mean anyway, ‘pound sand?’ Note to self: look up that colloquialism.)
Okay – I shouldn’t write these posts on Sunday nights cause I get the Sunday-night blues. I’m not ready for a meeting with my boss tomorrow not because I haven’t been banging my head against the keyboard trying to deliver on an impossible request. I’ll figure it out. Much more fun to help Señor fill in the final few bubbles on his warlock with Buyongxie, and we had a blast. Level 90, Timeless Awesomesauce, kicking ass and taking names. We haven’t had a chance to hang around Azeroth together lately, and it was grand fun.
This is a picture of his warlock:
Just kidding. It just cheered me up.
Anyway, just looking at all the “go get yer mount” achievements, from here on out going to be a bit more intentional about our OLRG runs. But remember: there is nothing to screw up. No mistakes are ever made. And everyone is awesome. We are the Old Ladies Raiding Guild, and we kick ass.