teaching ourselves MTG in the hotel lobby.
It was completely obvious that we had no clue what we were doing. A
nice guy with a southern accent and hip salt and pepper hair came to
our rescue and spent about 20 minutes walking us through our first
game. At one point another dude came up and notified him that the van
was ready.
It turns out our MTG savior was the guitarist for the Old 97s, in town
for Bumbershoot. This is so rad! A pseudo-celebrity was our tutor and
he was super nice. What an awesome trip this has been. Seriously.
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