WHEEEEEEE!
You notice the little rotting skull there next to my mini-map? Yeah. Well. Apparently the Horde REALLY don’t like it when you come into their city and start putting bunny ears on their ladies.
You would think I would have learned my lesson after trying to track down people to throw roses at. However, I apparently am as hard-headed as my parents always said I was, because there I was, back at it in Orgrimmar, dying a lot (a WHOLE lot) and scrutinizing tauren and trolls in really large armor trying to determine if they were, in fact, female.
I may have even sunk low enough to attempt looking up their armory pages. No, the armory does not give a gender. I just thought if I had a better picture, not seen through the fog of death, I might be able to ascertain better. It didn’t really work. I definitely wasted a couple [Spring Flower] casts on dudes.
Speaking of those flowers, whose bright idea was it to make the cooldown on those FIVE MINUTES LONG? Oh. My. God. Fortunately, I frequently had a rez timer going on, so I’d step out and give Twitter a once-over, pipe up with my disparaging opinions of the American Idols, etc etc etc.
I got five of the six races before throwing up my hands, finding a reasonably safe place to rez (again), and then heading for Dalaran.
I didn’t have a lot of hope, but I figured it was worth a try. I wandered over to the Horde side of town and there I found Dontaa in her cat form. I had no idea whether or not she was a girl. I hit the cast button anyway. Then there was glee.
It took me nearly 600 eggs to find all the clothes. I’m only 150 chocolates away from a mount. I might as well, right?
Sigh.
Stupid holidays.
I got obsessive with those eggs. I told myself that that would be the last one I picked up for the night and then I spotted another one… and another after that
They’re like CRACK. I did end up going back and getting the mount, and then I promised myself that THIS time… THIS TIME I would CHANGE. I could STOP.