Oooooh, boy! Would I love to host a D&D themed BBQ with some famous nerds. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those celebrity obsessed types, but I do love a few of them.
Henry Cavill would be my first choice. I know he’s more of a Warhammer type, but come on (I loves him). I would like it if he came as The Witcher. *hard drool*
Keanu Reeves and his girlfriend Alexandra Grant. Ah, yes… a long-time favorite actor of mine. I was slightly jelly when he got together with Alexandra, but… given what he’s been through, I am happy that he seems happy, ya know?
Wil Wheaton would have to be another, because duh. We would need a really great DM for our one-off, right?! Besides, his dice curse would make game play… difficult? Lol.
Jason Momoa is definitely going to be invited. I think the whole party would be much more fun if he were there.
Felicia Day – yes, please! I have to admit that I have a smol crush on her. She’s so talented, beautiful, and seems like a lovely person all around (I know, we don’t see the “real” of most of them, but let me have this one).
Alyson Hannigan, I believe, would add an element of whimsey and fun. She’s absolutely adorable.
Mayam Bialik, last but definitely not least, would be my final choice. She’s no stranger to DnD.
There are other people I’d love to have at a party I hosted, like Brené Brown and Neil DeGrasse Tyson, strictly to enjoy listening to them talk about their respective fields.
And of course, we’d need a band… there seems to be some bands out there that love DnD, but I am not familiar with any but Nightwish. And hell yeah!
As an afterthought and totally unrelated to the topic at hand: Yesterday was a hardcore rough mental health day. It started off bleh, got a bit better with going out to breakfast with The Boyfriend, but then a little emotional scuff happened (I pointed something out on his face, which resulted in him getting upset at me) and that hit me straight into the Void of Depression and Self-Loathing. I spent the rest of the day in that silent and brooding state, to the point that I went and took a nap without saying anything to The Boyfriend. I couldn’t bring myself out of it. And then, at our daily check-in, I found out that I was the asshole in that situation (I interrupted his telling of a story from his past). It was a hard pill to process and I cried, feeling the weight of guilt settle in.
I’m glad he had the courage to tell me, though I wish he’d done so in the moment so I could have rectified my error/mistake immediately and avoided an entire day of feeling like my world was ending. And yeah, sometimes it just hits that fuckin hard. Treatment Resistant Major Depressive Disorder with Anhedonia (gawd that’s a mouthful) is a whole bitch.
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