I actually wish there had been a little more downtime! Bogey, lostwords, vermi, and I spent like 20 minutes in the freeplay room on Sunday morning but I wish I had had the time to play some more stuff.
My thoughts: Worst pax ever. Here's what happened.
SHERI punched me in the face
I got lost in the crowd because LOST left me alone for like 30 seconds
which wouldn't be a problem but CRACKED destroyed my phone by dropping it in a glass of beer
this was right before VOC made me dance like an IDIOT
BALE made me talk to a scary homeless man about WWI and WWII I personally let down both BOGEY AND ADUCK when I somehow convinced the bar to stop serving us carbombs
USAGI wouldn't walk me to the bathroom despite the fact I had to pee real badly
NAC, OTAKU, and DAVE don't think I dress well!
SMART HERO AND LADY SMART HERO DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT APPLES
another HOMELESS DUDE wouldn't eat my sketchy hobo brownies!
..also I crushed khoo's penis.
clearly I'm joking about everything above, I love all of you and it was a pleasure to meet everyone. I'm sure I left some people off that list but trust me it was great to meet you all. Goose fencingsax thorgot bill and everyone else it was great to meet you I wish I had more time to talk with you guys!
Some other real thoughts on pax: it was an incredible amount of fun and I had an absolute blast. Except for the keynote speech. Barf. Also it was great to talk to lost salient and druhim, I wish I could have talked to WAM.
What the fuck
You're a monster
Okay, this story has to be told. So we were at a bowling alley and Bogey and I were like, "It's fucking carbomb time," and thankfully we had managed to find one of the two places in Boston that serves them. So Bogey and I do two rounds when vermi is like, shit son, I'ma get up on that and goes to get a round. He comes back empty handed and says that the lady told him that they don't serve carbombs and never have served them. I instantly realise that he had spoken to the wrong bartender, but couldn't convey this over the sound of Bale gutterballing 10 times in a row. The waitress came over to deliver some food, and vermi then asked her if they had carbombs. She disappeared for a few minutes, and upon her return she stated that no, they do not and have never served carbombs. Bogey and I pointed to the remains of our previous round and explained that they had actually just fucking served carbombs, but this astute logical argument did not sway our server. Fortunately there was a bar on the floor below us that would make them, but the guy wasn't as good as the first chick. Vermi then tried to redeem himself with brownies that even hobos wouldn't eat.
As this was my first PAX, it took me awhile to build up to actually doin' stuff. The first two days were mostly just wandering around the floor like a man looking into an open, fully-stocked refrigerator and deciding which steak, lobster, duck, rabbit or lamb to eat first.
Kurtz was outstanding. I wish someone had had the foresight to put an airhorn sound-effect on their phone or something to interrupt him and Straub.
I really hope we can get a regular group together when Monday Night Combat comes out.
Dan Smarthero and Lady Heather: You were delightful guests! You're welcome back any-time.
Jess Usagi: You're always excellent. I quietly rage whenever I think about you being stolen from us by that geriatric otter from that rainy city out west.
Dave ThatDaveFella: I'm glad our couch was big enough to fit you last night. It's open for you to sleep on whenever you're in our wonderful country again!
As this was my first PAX, it took me awhile to build up to actually doin' stuff. The first two days were mostly just wandering around the floor like a man looking into an open, fully-stocked refrigerator and deciding which steak, lobster, duck, rabbit or lamb to eat first.
Kurtz was outstanding. I wish someone had had the foresight to put an airhorn sound-effect on their phone or something to interrupt him and Straub.
I really hope we can get a regular group together when Monday Night Combat comes out.
Dan Smarthero and Lady Heather: You were delightful guests! You're welcome back any-time.
Jess Usagi: You're always excellent. I quietly rage whenever I think about you being stolen from us by that geriatric otter from that rainy city out west.
Dave ThatDaveFella: I'm glad our couch was big enough to fit you last night. It's open for you to sleep on whenever you're in our wonderful country again!
I love you too Joe, and you know that you and Sara will always have a place to crash in Seattle
what the? hardly any bars in Boston serve carbombs? I no longer like Boston.
They serve carbombs, you just have to be the right person asking the right bartender
That's really weird.
The bartender looks at you and assesses if you seem the kind of person that can handle a carbomb. If you're too drunk or awkward or any other reason they can think of, it seems like they won't give you one because they don't want some asshole making a mess.
Unfortunately they are really inconsistent with how they make their calls so if you want a carbomb in Boston I suggest you become best friends with a bartender.
The reason we had such trouble getting carbombs is because we were getting them 12 at a time during a very busy time when many people were already going out and getting incredibly drunk. Saturday night when it was only the four of us we had no trouble at all
we somehow managed to get the "ball" stuck on a static back and forth trajectory at the veeeeerrrrrrry top of the screen, so that it was impossible to get moving at an angle again.
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Okay, this story has to be told. So we were at a bowling alley and Bogey and I were like, "It's fucking carbomb time," and thankfully we had managed to find one of the two places in Boston that serves them. So Bogey and I do two rounds when vermi is like, shit son, I'ma get up on that and goes to get a round. He comes back empty handed and says that the lady told him that they don't serve carbombs and never have served them. I instantly realise that he had spoken to the wrong bartender, but couldn't convey this over the sound of Bale gutterballing 10 times in a row. The waitress came over to deliver some food, and vermi then asked her if they had carbombs. She disappeared for a few minutes, and upon her return she stated that no, they do not and have never served carbombs. Bogey and I pointed to the remains of our previous round and explained that they had actually just fucking served carbombs, but this astute logical argument did not sway our server. Fortunately there was a bar on the floor below us that would make them, but the guy wasn't as good as the first chick. Vermi then tried to redeem himself with brownies that even hobos wouldn't eat.
Later we got a ride on the magic party bus.
it was lost and I that ordered the food.
How can a bartender be better at making car bombs?
It's three ingredients, no shaking, mixer, or muttling.
How in the...
He didn't top off the shot glasses. The monster.
I'm getting on a plane right now.
These things must be set straight.
They serve carbombs, you just have to be the right person asking the right bartender
That's really weird.
Kurtz was outstanding. I wish someone had had the foresight to put an airhorn sound-effect on their phone or something to interrupt him and Straub.
I really hope we can get a regular group together when Monday Night Combat comes out.
Dan Smarthero and Lady Heather: You were delightful guests! You're welcome back any-time.
Jess Usagi: You're always excellent. I quietly rage whenever I think about you being stolen from us by that geriatric otter from that rainy city out west.
Dave ThatDaveFella: I'm glad our couch was big enough to fit you last night. It's open for you to sleep on whenever you're in our wonderful country again!
Lady bartenders are often grumpy
the fuck
I love you too Joe, and you know that you and Sara will always have a place to crash in Seattle
So we went downstairs and the big happy bald guy made us carbombs
e: Joe
Oh I know this.
But, don't they still like money?
The bartender looks at you and assesses if you seem the kind of person that can handle a carbomb. If you're too drunk or awkward or any other reason they can think of, it seems like they won't give you one because they don't want some asshole making a mess.
Unfortunately they are really inconsistent with how they make their calls so if you want a carbomb in Boston I suggest you become best friends with a bartender.
Emphasis on big. And I don't mean fat.
Okay, but spell VoC's name with an 'h' at the end when the time comes.
oh shit
I will make sure of it
XBox LIVE: Bogestrom | Destiny
PSN: Bogestrom
Well shucks! I had to wander around in the rain this morning to find the place I'm going to be working.
My hotel is apparently in Chinatown, near Tufts.
VoC used to work in one of those Tufts buildings!
they had original pong!
I actually played that as a child when it first came out!
And I don't mean on the Atari, I mean the original cabinet. They put one in the pizza place we used to go to where I grew up.
Bogey and I broke original pong
I should have brought my laptop.
Maybe next year for me, SE++
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it may have had a pattern for experts to figure out and exploit
I fly out on Thursday, though I'm going to be going back and forth here for a while, every week. If it works out, we'll probably move up here.
they found a way!