And we'll continue. There's been a swell of FF:CC playing here, and the games went on until 4 am this past morning with a good crew. Mark, Brad, mikex0r and myself. With Mark the game has taken on a whole new level, we have a understanding of what is going on in a whole-game sense. While we understood mechanics really well, but now we know what is worth doing.
But back to the story, I believe we left off at the close of thursday night, we had just floudered an evening downtown and I had stooped into a bad karma well. Friday rolls around, I wake Brian up at some point. We had plans to go with Mark to the Science Experience or some shit like that. I say shit not because I wasn't into it, but because it had some stupid name. I was basically a Discovery Kids zone like here in Atlanta, but much bigger. Regardless, I WAS excited to go, so Brian and I got up and got moving. We found Mark and parked in the deck right next to his hostel. Mark, knows where the action is so we start walking . . . and walking . . . and walking to get there. Apparently it was a long way away. "Why didn't we drive?" Brian asked on multiple occasions, to which I had absolutely no fucking answer. I just parked when I found Mark. Near his hostel, because surely the museum/fun center/sweatshop couldn't be that far from Mark's place if it was in downtown, right? So we walked for a few miles, i swear no more than three, and the entire time I getting bitched at, about how far we are walking, and then how far we will have to walk back, and why did we let Martin make decisions when he can't seem to make a good decision to save his life.
Well eventually we get there, so these fuckers can shut up and we can have some fun. Wait, why are there people standing out front? Shit, the place is fucking closed. Yup, not only did we walk a long way to get there, but we get there too fucking early so we can't get it. Fortunately the place is going to open within the next 30 minutes. Of course the question comes up who decided to meet at this time, and of course the answer is Martin, Maker of Bad Decisions. No one mentions that if we hadn't parked across the fucking world we would have been there really fucking early. So we're standing in line and we decide the line is too short so we sit down. eventually more people come and we feel the need to defend our position in line, so one of us is going to have to stand. Clearly a roche is the only solution. Mark gets the first loss. Brian the next. this is looking food for me. Oh, and Martin gets the next two, so that his busted ass gets to stand while the others chill on the bench. When it rains it fucking pours. We spend forever in the science place. There was lots of cool shit to do, including s giant chess game that, despite not playing well, I did manage to win against Brian (is this my luck changing?). They also had Tetris, which is always a good time. We end up staying there until 2:30 pm, at which point we hop a bus back to the car (whose idea was it to park in Portland??!!) and head on our way. I drop Brian off with a note and Mark and I begin the long drive home, at least at that point it was to home.
There isn't much to say about driving for a long fucking time. If you are driving non-stop then half of it is spent at night when you don't see shit, and the rest of the time can get pretty mundane also. Mark really wanted to find a stopping point in the middle of the country to prevent him from going insane. We're looking at some place, but really all of the cool stuff that we haven't seen a lot of is in the west, and that part of the trip would be over in the first night. Then there is this other issue looming over head . . .
But back to the story, I believe we left off at the close of thursday night, we had just floudered an evening downtown and I had stooped into a bad karma well. Friday rolls around, I wake Brian up at some point. We had plans to go with Mark to the Science Experience or some shit like that. I say shit not because I wasn't into it, but because it had some stupid name. I was basically a Discovery Kids zone like here in Atlanta, but much bigger. Regardless, I WAS excited to go, so Brian and I got up and got moving. We found Mark and parked in the deck right next to his hostel. Mark, knows where the action is so we start walking . . . and walking . . . and walking to get there. Apparently it was a long way away. "Why didn't we drive?" Brian asked on multiple occasions, to which I had absolutely no fucking answer. I just parked when I found Mark. Near his hostel, because surely the museum/fun center/sweatshop couldn't be that far from Mark's place if it was in downtown, right? So we walked for a few miles, i swear no more than three, and the entire time I getting bitched at, about how far we are walking, and then how far we will have to walk back, and why did we let Martin make decisions when he can't seem to make a good decision to save his life.
Well eventually we get there, so these fuckers can shut up and we can have some fun. Wait, why are there people standing out front? Shit, the place is fucking closed. Yup, not only did we walk a long way to get there, but we get there too fucking early so we can't get it. Fortunately the place is going to open within the next 30 minutes. Of course the question comes up who decided to meet at this time, and of course the answer is Martin, Maker of Bad Decisions. No one mentions that if we hadn't parked across the fucking world we would have been there really fucking early. So we're standing in line and we decide the line is too short so we sit down. eventually more people come and we feel the need to defend our position in line, so one of us is going to have to stand. Clearly a roche is the only solution. Mark gets the first loss. Brian the next. this is looking food for me. Oh, and Martin gets the next two, so that his busted ass gets to stand while the others chill on the bench. When it rains it fucking pours. We spend forever in the science place. There was lots of cool shit to do, including s giant chess game that, despite not playing well, I did manage to win against Brian (is this my luck changing?). They also had Tetris, which is always a good time. We end up staying there until 2:30 pm, at which point we hop a bus back to the car (whose idea was it to park in Portland??!!) and head on our way. I drop Brian off with a note and Mark and I begin the long drive home, at least at that point it was to home.
There isn't much to say about driving for a long fucking time. If you are driving non-stop then half of it is spent at night when you don't see shit, and the rest of the time can get pretty mundane also. Mark really wanted to find a stopping point in the middle of the country to prevent him from going insane. We're looking at some place, but really all of the cool stuff that we haven't seen a lot of is in the west, and that part of the trip would be over in the first night. Then there is this other issue looming over head . . .
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