Rocking the Kasbah

So yeah, I missed a DnD night for the first time in a long time. I just couldn't go. I mean, I found a replacement die roller for my character and she did very well it seems. This is that game I drive an hour to get to usually twice a month, but at least once a month when it runs in Attleboro. I hear we're almost at 11,000 XP too. Hooray almost at 4th level!

I'm finding it harder than I expected. I know no one there thinks I ditched them, and I have a pretty damn good reason being in Morocco and all. But still... the call of rolling dice and sharpening pencils, the sweet smell of victory and mountain dew, and stupid in game jokes. These things I crave.

Okay. Morocco. I'm having a pretty good time here so far. I far preferred Marrakech to the current city of Fes where I'm writing this from. There (Marrakech) the medieval streets and close quarters was fun, the people laid back, and folks generally seemed amiable. Here (Fes) the streets are choke-points for grifters and fake guides who see you as a mark before you even turn the corner. We had people following us for 10 or 15 minutes at a time trying to become our guides or sell us things. Especially the cabbie who brought us out to the 'medina' as it's called. No means no people. No I haven't changed my mind in the last five seconds, and no I don't want something else from you instead, and god damn it if I ever ever did need something from you in the future at this point I'd go without. Language isn't a barrier. Their English would be good enough if that were the case anyways, but my mother and I both speak French. When people tell you to leave them alone in two languages, you should probably take the gorram hint and go elsewhere.

Not so much though in the land of the red tasseled hats (yes, I'm in that city of Fes, also spelled Fez).

Oh! But today my mother did her best to desecrate a graveyard! Just climbed on up citing some local goats as permission to go on ahead. Why? For the view of course! Sigh...

Actually the whole instance is pretty much already documented on facebook as follows;

Elizabeth at 8:12pm March 7
we did not desecrate them! we stepped gingerly around them because it was a much faster way to get up to the top of the hill overlooking the city walls. besides, there was a whole herd of goats climbing in and around and over them and the goatherd didn't seem to worry about it much.

Jason at 8:15pm March 7
Oh yes, if by 'gingerly' you mean 'on' and 'around' you meant 'tripped over' then you're absolutely right!

And as I tried explaining earlier, those goats were Muslim goats clearly and thus not the desecrating blue eyed infidels that we are, so they can do that whole walking thing. Also they were GOATS!

Chip at 8:18pm March 7
The goats probably pooped on them. I don't care what religion the goats were, pooping on the tombs is not cool.

Elizabeth at 8:19pm March 7
Jason, before we get into any more trouble, I think it's time to pay the cybercafe attendant and go to supper...

Really not that big of a deal, but I'm having a whole lot of fun teasing her on this trip. I mean, she had to expect it right? He he he.

So in other somewhat related news; my godmother's in Morocco. Right now. Close even as she's in a town called Meknes which isn't too far from here. This is Denise from Ottawa, not someone I usually bump into a whole lot (anyone who was at Adam's wedding may have met her, or more likely her two kids, Christian and Everett). Thank you facebook status updates I suppose (that's where my mother found out and contacted her). So we're going to get up early again for another train to meet up with her and hang out. We're kind of done with Fes anyways and ready to move on.

What are the freakin' odds of this happening by the way? Someone who can please do the math cause I'd love to know.

King Nothing - Metallica a là WBCN Radio on the Internet (damn licenses taking Pandora down outside the US).
Not exactly local flavor I know... but I needed something after a trying day. When I can get some of our pictures up you'll understand my feeling of being trapped in a rabbit warren surrounded by snakes. Marrakech was just so much more fun from my view. Not all of Fes was bad, but the experience of just running a gauntlet I'm finding hard to shake.

AWESOME!

While typing out the above this happened;

The Distance - Cake

Life's good right now.