This week has been dificult for me. My wife's surgery making my attendance at Nerd Con 2009 as originaly scheduled not possible. While an easy decision to make my wife's health a priority it was a difficult decision to give up on Nerd Con 2009. So began the 40+ emails rescheduling the annual DND get together.
In the end it came down to one choice: play on the 17th with Kurt or play on the 31st with 3 Man.
Any white guy would have stepped up. After all I'm the one with the problem. The best solution was to step out and allow the weekend to play out as originaly planned. But I didn't. We were like two starving sailors adrift in the ocean deciding who was going to eat who. Except I'm the sailor that sank the ship in the first place. In the end the white guy did step up and Kurt graciously gave up on Nerd Con 2009 so that I might play.
Am I being a bit melodramatic? Perhaps. But I was sincerly touched, and I began to ponder, "why does this weekend mean so much to me?" A lot of reasons I suppose. I get to see my friends. People who know me not as a husband or father or employer or advisor or any sort of adult. But just as me, a friend. I get to see the culmination of my work, easily a 100 hours of writing, reading, proofing, bloging and emailing all coming to one glorious climax of dice rolls, whining and laughter. But there's more to it than even that.
Growing up me I lived in a home where I was safe and loved like not everybody is. But growing up with a step-father, no matter how well meaning, leads to conflict and misunderstanding. DND was my escape. Going to Donny's for the weekend to play Red Box or even to Mr. Do's to play AD&D with Donny was my only escape from the tedium of life. We would play for hours entertaining our minds while our bodies were stuck in public education and our parents dominion. I have little memory of what my characters were or what adventures we had, but I remember. DND to me is like an auroma that brings with it a flood of memory, a memory of safety and happiness and creativity. A memory of life enjoyed.
How 'bout you? What are your earliest memories of DND? What does Nerd Con mean to you?