It was dubbed The First Annual ManTastic Hudson Exile Convention. And oh, was it ever! We re-lived our youth playing board games and Call of Cthulhu, and while some of the magic was hard to re-create (ten or twelve bottles of wine notwithstanding), it was great to get the band back together again.
Below are Neal, Gian, Phil, myself, and Jake, as we stroll around the Embarcadero looking for grub. "Dollar" Bill took the picture, probably feeling like he's got his Quentin Tarantino on.
And then later, witness myself, Jake, Gian, Phil, and Neal flying our WWI biwings around Gian's house playing Wings of War. Dollar again took the photo, probably a bit befuddled by our intensity.
Again we play Wings of War! That's Grace, Gian, Neal, Bill, myself, Jake, and Gian's cousin Mike. I think Machan took the photo. I think Dollar was reading through the Call of Cthulhu module we'd play later.
Imagine this, about twenty years earlier, transplanted to nowhe^H^H^H^H^H Hudson, Ohio, sans booze, girls, and showers, and you've pretty got my high school career summed up.
