I struggled with whether or not I wanted to go to the Boston party or not. I live in Richmond, Virginia and I knew it would be an expensive trip to get to Boston for only 2-3 days, but August 20th was my freaking birthday and this was the game of the year. I wanted to be a part of the historical experience!
I sent Liz 2K a private message asking if I could bring my buddy Chris along because I am directionally retarded (topographical memory disorder) and pleaded that I needed him as my seeing eye dawg. She said she couldn't give him an invite unless he posted on the bulletin board. Unfortunately, my buddy is not really a gamer at all and doesn't go for bulletin boards either. (He did have some interest in Bioshock when I showed him the promo vids and the demo, but he can barely manipulate two control sticks at once, so I figured he couldn't go to the party and it wasn't really worth my going either.)
After looking over some of the costs of flights and stuff I completely gave up on the idea. I had procrastinated long enough that the costs skyrocketed and I wasn't willing to sacrifice my sanity by hoofing it alone (I get uber stressed out about the direction thing. With good reason.) However, my mother called me and told me that she'd found a flight and hotel package on Priceline for cheap and that the whole family would chip in and buy it for me. I was thrilled!
Later I find out that the hotel is in Danvers, MA, not Boston proper. I freaked out. I had imagined just hopping out of the hotel, taking the tube to my destination, wandering the streets of Boston and taking in the sights. Nope, Danvers was 20-30 minutes away and just a one-way cab ride would have cost $60 per trip! That would end up more expensive than actually getting a hotel in Boston (which is quite expensive, actually.) As much as I loved my mother for getting me the tickets, I cursed at the reservation that had me stuck out in the boonies for 3 days, August 19th-21st. I resolved myself to just sitting in the hotel and cry the whole time except for the day of the party.<-- dramatic exaggeration, of course
Chris then tells me he has quit his job and wants to drive up to Boston to meet me at the airport when I arrive. He plans on leaving at 10pm and getting there after 10+ hours. Insanity! We both tend to talk sh*t about things we want to do and then don't end up doing them in the end because we are inherently lazy, so I wasn't sure if I could count on him delivering. Still, he was sick of Richmond and seemed determined enough.
My flight from Richmond to Boston was in a puddle jumper... this is me taking the picture on the airport runway. And it wouldn't be the first time, either:
The Runway
http://www.kindagamey.com/limages/bioshock/airplane.jpg
As promised, Chris met me at the airport. Thank god for that! I had a personal chauffeur for the whole adventure in a snazzy car where we could put the top down and look up at the cityscape of Boston. Chris had nearly been arrested in New York when, in the middle of the night, a toll booth operator gave him bad directions and he exited the highway straight into a police bust of a street race. Chris' car does look a bit "racey" so I can see why he got nailed, but the cop basically just grabbed his steering wheel and forced him off the road (is that legal!?) He then had to wait until all the other kids were processed before exclaiming, "I'm not even from here, I just took a wrong turn!" They let him go without even an apology.
A Picture In the Airport That Made Us Laugh - Sad Seal
http://www.kindagamey.com/limages/bi...sad%20seal.jpg
The first day we drove around Boston for a bit, just taking random exits, going through random tunnels, and having a blast. Driving through China Town was just surreal and seeing a "real" city in action was truly an awe-filled pleasure. I could actually relax as Chris is an excellent driver and despite the chaos of Boston driving he managed it well. (I did keep thinking of the tunnel scene in "Live Free Die Hard", however, which was quite unsettling. Also, The Darkness demo came to mind. How those people in that tunnel don't end up crashing into each other is beyond me.)
Chris doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment, so he asked me to help him spot some "beautiful babies" (Swingers reference.) Strangely, this was a much more difficult task than you'd think. Here in Richmond I am assaulted by attractive women in just a brief walk to the corner Starbucks and back, but in Boston he was a bit non-plussed with the selection. Just an interesting factoid we discovered. A bartender did share with us "Bartender Magazine" which is basically a PG-13 playboy featuring Boston's hottest bartenders. Frankly, I already had a beautiful baby, and besides, those kind of plasticine women disgust me -- the bartendresses that worked the Release Party may have looked nice, but Cruella DeVille had a sunnier disposition than they did. (And no, dear, I said Bacardi Limon with Tonic. How did you get an Absolute Citron with Coke out of that!? Yuck. I drank it anyway - it was free.)
The Bridge
http://www.kindagamey.com/limages/bioshock/bridge.jpg
(...to be continued...)



<-- dramatic exaggeration, of course
Reply With Quote
nice
