There are always a couple of people in any one town with a DDR machine who are just <i>freakin’ good</i> at the game. The other day when me, <a href=”http://fod.synthetickiss.com”>Mat</a> and Kirky were playing we just so happened to run into one such person; the vaguely good-looking, well-dressed, generically ethnic guy. We shared the machine for about two hours and in the downtime I chatted to him a bit; turns out he does Arts/Law at Uni. Nice guy.<br />
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Anyway, afterwards we managed not to go to IGS since they had no insurance and decided to have hysterics about it. Master Chef Kirky cooked us chicken laksa for tea; ‘twas very nice, and god I love days when I don’t have to eat at Campus East. More DDR (we got Ben playing, and me and Mat shared arrows; sharing arrows is harder than it looks), then everyone just sort of loitered for a bit before peetering off home. You can read more about the lovely fun-fun in-fight action <a href=”http://fod.synthetickiss.com/index.php?m=200208#9”>here</a>. So now I feel mildly bad. Bugger. Oh well.