As of now I am currently sitting in the Meydenbauer Convention Center in Bellevue, WA. You might be wondering why I'm here. The answer is simple. PAX is the reason. That's right. If you didn't already know, I'm a big geek. I even pre-registered for this event, that's how big a geek I am. I've been reading Penny Arcade since their very first comic, in 1998, when they didn't even have their own website and were hosted on loonygames. Click here to see it. This is their latest comic. As you can see, they have really come a long way since 1998.
I was pretty excited for this event, but when I finally got here I was pretty underwhelmed. The building in which thousands of PA fans have converged to attend this convention is not suited to this type of event, if I may so humbly opine. The large theatre auditoriums and showroom floors are great for the panels, concerts, and exhibitions here. However, the already-minimal passing space for people to travel between these venues has been further jam-packed with consoles, DDR machines, Pinball tables, sponsor booths and tables, and the like. This has the highly undesirable consequence of jamming people together tightly as they try to get from Point A to Point B.
Admittedly, this sort of sardine-ization of attendees is par for the course for pretty much any convention and is to be expected, really. The thing that makes this especially terrible is the fact that this is the PA Expo. When you go to a convention for the financial invenstment firm you work for, people show up well groomed and wearing professional attire. Not here. Being sandwiched in amongst the myriad unwashed and socially inept is an assault on the senses most notably, the olfactory sense. Woof!). Seeing these skiny, acne-ridden teenagers ramped up and wired on Bawls (tee hee!) seriously sets off my douchebag alarm and just makes me wish that instead of handing out gum, 1Up.com had handed out samples of deodorant.
Making matters worse, a good friend of mine decided to get married yesterday, which also happened to be the main day of the event. So I had the singular pleasure of rousting my tired body from a fitful sleep at the ungodly hour of 8AM and then driving ~3.5 hours to Portland to attend the wedding. Then I drove back. On the ride back, in an effort to combat fatigue, I purchased and subsequently consumed a large can of "Sugar Free Energy Drink" by Jones Soda Co. (blue can). This, combined with a beer I drank at the reception, sent my kidneys into overdrive, and my bladder started filling up quickstyle due to the combined diuretic effect of alcohol and copious quantities of caffeine in my system. I had to pull over and pee like mad about 30 minutes into the return drive. Then I had to pee again later but we were stuck in traffic that was not moving at all because some douchebag just couldn't wait to change lanes or some such shit and caused an accident.
Anyways, I finally got back and caught the last two songs of MC Chris' set at the concert and the Minibosses who played afterwards and rocked the house. I missed MC Frontalot entirely, which is sad because I heard he was "the shit." It's ok though because I got a signed CD from him. I also got signed cds from MC Chris.
AND HE RECORDED MY OUTGOING MESSAGE ON MY VOICEMAIL AS HESH! BOOYA!
The best thing about this weekend, though, was that I got to meet and have dinner w/ Gabe and Tycho on Friday. Freakin' AWESOME.
Tomorrow (Monday) I get to drive back to Eugene and pack up all my shit to move out of my apartment on Wed.