As my previous entry alluded to, I was at
The next morning, I woke up rather early and BARTed to Grand Prix Oakland, where I was one of 15 or so judges presiding over the nearly 500-person event. It was my first judging experience in a while, and the first one of that magnitude. I was doing fine, except for not noticing an error at the end of the day. I got home at about 12:30am, and Luke was out at RHPS, so I had to move my car to the street and go to sleep without anyone else there… and I couldn’t figure out how to turn the damn light off in the living room.
I woke up at 6am, packed up and drove this time, picking up a fellow judge on the way. Day two wasn’t as long, but was more tiring, my feet already hurt when the day had barely begun. I made it through the day without making any more mistakes, until the very last match I judged. Thankfully, the reporter left out the error I made– it was brought to light after the match had finished. (I answered a hypothetical question incorrectly, by overthinking or underthinking the problem, depending on how you look at it. I could explain it, but as soon as I start saying things like “State Based Effect” and “Triggered Ability” most of your eyes would glaze over.) I was tired, and should have conferred with the head judge. But now that’s all behind me. After that match, I drove home and took a nice warm bath, then went to sleep at 9pm and didn’t wake up until 9:30 am.
Ironically, both incidents involved the same damn card. That damn thing has too many abilities and makes me cry.
On a completely different note, I think my Palm Pilot’s batteries are dying, it refuses to hold a charge any more. Also, I finally got my badge at work functional again… I have been having to beg to get through the gates so often that I just got waved through the security booth this morning, I’m glad that’s over for now.