My very oldest friend Jeff was down to visit this weekend and we caught up and saw beautiful vistas and ate delicious food and drank some great cocktails. But mostly we visited game stores. Board/card/tabletop games, not video games. And I bought...a prodigious number of games. Not 20, I don't think, but it wasn't far off. From games I'd never seen before, to games I'd expected never to see; from entirely intact games in 40 year old issues of Dragon Magazine in mint condition to discounted games that wouldn't sell. I put them away after each of the 3 days Jeff was here, and that's for the best, because seeing them all together would really make it clear how many I bought.
I think about 8 or so were board games (that counts the 3 Dragon magazines) and the remaining...dozen, ish...were ttrpgs. There was a boxed set or two, there were hardcovers, there were staplebound books. It was everything under the sun.
I should feel weird about spending so much money on them when I already have a huge collection, and when aside from that I also have about 30 or 35 games on a shelf needing to be read/looked through. But I don't, at all, feel bad. I feel great. I feel like I finally did something that I wanted to do, indulged myself with money I had to hand to get things I think looked neat, or beautiful, or exciting.
The world's fucked up and getting worse. There's only one thing to do.
