Rosencrantz: Heads.
(He picks it up and puts it in his money bag. The process is repeated.)
Heads.
(Again.)
Rosencrantz: Heads.
(Again.)
Heads.
(Again.)
Heads.
Guildenstern (flipping a coin): There is an art to the building up of suspense.
Rosencrantz: Heads.
Guildenstern (flipping another): Though it can be done by luck alone.
Rosencrantz: Heads.
Guildenstern: If that’s the word I’m after.
Rosencrantz (raises his head at Guildenstern): Seventy-six love

What in the world am I on about today?

Every year a group of friends selects a Saturday night in late July to mid August to have a birthday party for the Zodiac Leos in the related circles of friends that intersect there. Aptly named, it is the Leo Party. It’s been running annually for twenty two years.

For fourteen of those years my every-other-Sunday tabletop group has been running a game set in the Iron Kingdoms/Warmachine universe.

While the latter group is (mostly) members of the former circles, the overlap is not perfect and the larger circles are not cognizant of the dates the latter group meets. In planning the schedule of the latter gaming group is not an element to map for.

This means that every year there is a 50/50 chance that the Leo Party will be followed by a game day.

For fourteen years, every Leo Party has been followed by an IK game.

Without fail.

Heads.