Periodically I babbled on inconsequential topics out of sheer giddiness but nobody minded, they just steered the conversation back to where it should be. Carli took meeting notes and amused us with reported Michael Chow sightings online. Jane was the only person who was strongly allergic to cats so naturally Keiko jumped on her and no one else. Our fearless leader Jen bought us pizza, bless her. Since it was vegetarian it didn't cost a thing in calories and guilt. I never even used all my points for the day. I was fully prepared to have a cheesy, meaty pizza but those of us who ate meat couldn't think of the perfect combination. Mo suggested pepperoni and pineapple which caused the rest of us to mock her taste mercilessly. So my first pizza in four months was as sensible as it gets, and I honestly didn't mind about the meat; I love vegetarian pizzas. It makes me feel that I might have tamed some of my "all or nothing" attitude a bit. I'm probably wrong about that.

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Afterwards, Mo stayed to drink pear cider and merlot with me and we played the Sims. It was so much fun. She showed me how to make my Sims rack up the friendship points so they'd get promotions, told me when flirting and complimenting would be welcomed instead of greeted by a slap in the face (60 and 30 relationship points respectively), and helped me kill a Sim that I was tired of. I couldn't look, I'm such a weenie. But the dead Sim does have a lovely gravestone next to the garden gnome now. Well, did. The grave is still there, but a visiting Sim got mad that no one was talking to him and kicked the gnome which caused it to explode. I never realized they were such hazards.

The best part is Mo got Mike Heartfelt and Mike Dude, who had fallen in love by accident thanks to a mistake on my part in a previous session, to have sex and then move in together. It wasn't easy even for a Sim goddess like Mo; Mike Dude just kept refusing to move in because he was hungry, or had to go to the bathroom, or other lame excuses. Then Mike H. spontaneously made out with his roomie Jessie H. by the willow tree. His baser instincts had apparently been set free and he was ready to swing both ways. They also had sex, and to our surprise a bassinet appeared in a shower of daisies. Yes, the two housemates had a baby after doing the wild thing just once. Mo and I were shrieking with laughter. The baby grew up into a child after three Sim days, and it is the ugliest looking Sim I have seen. I named it Miles Moshe Heartfelt, though we took to calling it the Monkey Child.

Mo built herself a house over in the new housing tract and recreated herself as a character. (She used to exist but I had problems last year and lost some of my Sim families when a corrupted file caused me a lot of grief -- damn you, Las Vegas hot tub!) She gave Mo Pie a roommate named Gepetto Pie. No, I don't know why. They have hideous taste, sort of Valley of the Dolls crossed with Starsky and Hutch. I'm looking forward to their first party.

I'm also looking forward to the next Journalcon meeting. We're all going to a karaoke bar as part of a dry run for the Saturday night main activity. It's our duty, really. No, really.

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