RoadTrips ruel!
One more week, and I'll be on the road to New York. The only reason I'm actually glad about this time, is that I haven't had any decent take-out in two years. The chineese food here SUCKS. Not only that, but I miss the pastrami sandwiches, and the dirt water dogs that the vendor probably peed on. What's also nice, is that our new friend is stinking rich. (Right now, just being able to sit on a few hundred grand and not do anything with it is considered rich.)
And with that said, there is a nightclub on the horizon.
There is this horrible, nerdy, attention-whore-ish vision that haunts me whenever I think about it. Me, in that Samus costume up on stage, performing with my dad in a Master Chief suit during gamer's night.
*shudder* It fills me with a nice, warm fuzzy feeling, but somewhere around 7AM it looks and sounds horrible.
THERE ARE NO REAL GAMERS OUT HERE. Maybe the occasional jock who constantly yells 'NOOOOB! YOU ARE ALL NOOBS!!' into the mic, but not a lot of people who really appriciate the full experiance of the game. They wouldn't even recognize half the music I planned on playing up there.
...Now I made myself feel all ronery...
