Blog Entry 19/06/23

        You're listening to Quest Master - Lost Songs of Distant Realms: Volume Two 

 So now at 21:52 I am writing it, to the day of 18/06/23 it's attributed fathers day on most parts of the world, South America where I was born, was part of this tradition, it was. Fun, at the deep of the night we retrieved our sister, my sister, from her stop. She came back from her destination and told us, all of us, the stories that developed. In the midst of that, many things started and stopped at it, it being, first the day, then the night. 

 I woke at 06:51 in order to get ready to work, it requires me to have a certain attire even if it's not usually used, the work is simple yet, it's annoying to me. 4 hours at the morning and 4 at the evening into the night, I had no time even if I went there earlier as usual, at 8:50 I was at the door already, closed, I didn't found myself the time to have a breakfast so the Cafe in front came handy. Awful coffee, small coffee. 

 Anyways, first shift was, well. As usual, a controversy, people who led the lightings wanted for me to run a spot, the musicians wanted me to amplify them, the leader wanted me to run some song in the back in the in betweens and music leader decided that the best visual was a video he selected. I am sorry if I sound condescending but I was literally asked by them to be there because if not me they would have to expend way more or have a poorer quality. Yet, as usual, I did what I wanted and they didn't compain, good shift, stressful that the one that took my place last Sunday left everything made a mess and had to spend half the show fixing and tinkering again the different channels and screens. 

 Time ran, shift ended, I went home, end of business. It was, well, alienating, for once the home was completely alone and was for the entire day, the sun struck and I beamed right. Wrote, cooked, read and I even found time to be social, actively social I mean. Yet Luca called.

 It was gossip, but, well, he always get new ways and reasons to call me, this time was to taunt someone, and for the end of it, beat this person up. I won't get details, but the difference is acceptable if both are over 18, we didn't saw that, we were obligated to do something. I won't say we raided his house, but we knocked in and had a good talk with both of them, in between jokes and the chaos I took my opportunity and took a book I wanted to read, so, not everything was so bad. Yet we dismantled some parts of our armies that were badly mounted and repainted some lackluster works, better said, I did edge highlighting on my Necron Overlord and finished all my tray of Deathmarks. I am now up to some Skorpeth and some Royal Wardens that should arrive tomorrow, without counting that my army going to end with the Lychguard units that I am still trying to find on local shops. 

 Set that apart, the night came and my parents finally arrived, in company of my sisters who we previously have reunited. I was not the cook yet my yard made the main place, some tables outside to outstand the many people and the heat, and some Chess and Triominoes for entertainment, I almost win over my father at chess this time. Which is better than before, but he? He won tournaments at half my age, he won my grandparent who may rest in peace, and my grandparent won over instructors, and those instructors won over champions of the country, and those went to participate on different tournaments around the world, it's haunting to think. But it's a nice touch that, even I hold photos of that were taken back then. 

 We are simple, cinders, grill, meat and music. We ate good and healthy, with salads that I made, with everyone except well, a roommate of sorts. Who, not only I managed to wingman him up to the wrong person but came in here intoxicated, which was funny. Luca was here sharing with us, for him the father's day was far gone celebrated, so it was no problem. Yet my roommate did have one, he was. Well, content, joyful and playful, he felt good and all, he almost catcalled my neighbour, and got angry at Luca for being there when not being of the family, notice. He is not from the family either, but it was funny. He kept yelling up to 00:24 and then went to buy cigarettes, but he didn't return... 

 Wherever he is, happy father's day, to whoever you, reader, are, good morning, evening, night. Day or even. Plain good bye.