I guess, when MovableType decides that all your posts are too old to be worthy of display, that it’s probably time to write a new one. Certainly, I have no lack of material.
Two weeks ago was Vermont, which was enjoyable, as usual. Once again, weather forbade us from ascending the mountain. This left me bitter, and a little salty. But there was 8-player Halo, Spiderman 2, Shadowfisting, and lots and lots of BBQing, so I’m not complaining. Much. Colin and I beat co-op Halo in perhaps the most dramatic conclusion of any video game performance ever. The hot tub was very hot. Our neighbors called the cops on us while we were setting off fireworks. My suggestion that we kidnap her dogs until she agreed to let us set off the remainder of our stash was largely ignored. Please send me your pictures. I foolishly took none.
After watching Geoff play much Final Fantasy Tactics Advance on his GBA SP, I decided to get one of my own. Geoff repeatedly described the game as being “gameplay for gameplay’s sake,” as an excuse for a story line that is considerably weaker than most of its FF predecessors, including the original FF Tactics. It doesn’t seem to matter much, however, because we are both rather addicted.
A mere two days after my return, Carl and Goggin came down and stayed at my apartment for a few nights. While I spent the days at work, they ventured into the city and did more than their share of walking. On Thursday night, I went with them to visit Patrick (later joined by Hung), who had some sangria at the ready. I confess to having been completely unaware of the magical properties of fruit in alcohol, whereby said fruit absorbs said alcohol. None of us had eaten dinner by this point. Thus, when the quartered oranges and limes from the bottom of the sangria were offered up, Carl partook hungrily. Fast forward 15 minutes, and he’s lying face up on the stoop in front of Patrick’s place, sweating and pale. Totally coherent, but totally not in the mood to stand up. When it was finally time to go, Carl made it the few steps to a pile of garbage (one of thousands lining the NYC streets) and invoked Undo on the Drink Sangria command. It was “the most pleasant puking experience” of his life. From what I saw, I’d wager it was also the pinkest.
On a whim, I then drove Carl and Goggin down to DC, where we stayed at Carl’s gf Jessica’s place. While there, I also visited Yong-Hwa. We walked around Bethesda a bit, and then joined up with everyone else for some dinner. Subsequently, we stopped by Starbucks. This was primarily at my request, since I was about to make the drive back to NY all by my wittle self. And I was tired. I grabbed another bold, black coffee with a shot of expresso, for the road, and said goodbye. I got home shortly before 3 AM. I woke up at 6 AM for work.
And then, I posted.
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July 19th, 2004 at 9:33 pm
FF tactics is a dangerous thing, but a wonderful too, nothing quite like playing it at stoplights.