Europe Is for (D&D) Lovers
Confessions of a Full-Time Wizard
By Shelly Mazzanoble
I just got back from a two-week vacation in Europe. One might call it a “honeymoon.” I called it “sweet salvation from everything with a vowel in its name.” Except for the occasional (okay, often) check-in with Facebook, I was disconnected and deliriously free. No wedding planning, cranky pets, marketing plans, cross-functional team meetings, or after-work commitments. Just fourteen days of spontaneity and wine-infused lunches. We were leaving it all behind.
Or so that was the plan. But then, somewhere between hoisting a liter of Spaten Pilsner into my gullet and crushing hazelnut meringues like Godzilla tearing through a shantytown, that other life of ours (which my husband and I smugly believed could be forgotten) began to percolate up from the recesses of our minds. Oh, well—I guess you can take the girl out of the dungeon, but you can’t take the dungeon out of the girl.
About the Author
There’s a 75% chance that Shelly Mazzanoble turned this column in on time, an 85% chance next month’s will be later, and a 95% chance that she is all caught up on The Real Housewives of New York.