I totally just got out of class at the Art Institute of Seattle, which is in the same building as Real Networks, and as I emerged onto the street who did I see? Fucking Jerry and Mike and their whole crew getting out of their cars across the street, wearing full ping-ping gear. Holy shit, I didn't know what to do, I was so struck with amazement I just kind of stared for a moment. I looked around for someone who might know who they are, but alas only some really old dude and some hot chick were in close proximity, both of which I assumed would lack any appreciation for their presence. I mumbled "holy shit, holy shit" a few times as I stared in their direction, there was a moment where I swear to god that Mike, the tall mother fucker and I made eye contact and we shared a deep, personal moment, him probably wondering who the fuck the douche in the suit glaring at him was.
I wanted to yell something and share my appreciation but couldn't find the words, but I'll never forgot that brief moment I stood a mere intersection away from such gods. As I crossed the street and to my vehicle, choosing rather not to bother such people with the words of someone so irrelephant, I quickly tweeted and facebooked what had transpired, and after all that, I can some day tell my future children that there was a day when I was truly alive, and that day was today.
P.S. This was like an hour ago of this edit, so I would imagine they are in the heat of ping pong battle RIGHT NOW!
P.P.S. I have positioned myself in a vent and am watching Mike and Jerry play doubles. Tonight I shall dine on their sweetbreads