Classic Arcade Room at PAX East 2014. Not featured is all of the classic 80s music being pumped out at full volume.
Classic arcade room at PAX East 2014
Lots of Monkeys
…Write A Personal Timeline
The yearly visit
I am astounded that Boston always seems like a nice place to live. I find myself thinking about moving but the idea is terrifying.
Plus the mortgage. But the thought is there.
Moving to a place that isn’t inherently political in nature is appealing.
More post PAX thoughts to come, but for now, this is the most surprising thing.
There, wolf
As I expected, I’m pretty terrible at Werewolf. There’s a misconception that I’m the traitor, the spy, the werewolf in any game with a social betrayal mechanic.
I am unsure of what it it’s exactly, but I’m disappointed in that. My friends and people I’ve met apparently believe that I’d be a great liar, a con man of some sort.
But I’m pretty straightforward in all of my interactions, I play things pretty earnest.
So part of this is disappointment in the fact that I am horrible at something people believe I should be great at.
The other part is wanting to be great at deceiving people, but what kind of aspiration is that?
So I’ve learned something about myself.
The great age of lines
The BCEC Lobby during PAX East.
Lines and more lines. Queues upon queues. Part of the wonder is gone as more and more people show up, adding to the great mass.
I mean that is part of why this is amazing. But I wonder if it’s still what I want to do every year.
My bartenders are pretty good
Ommegang Game of Thrones Fire and Blood.
One of the greatest feelings I’ve experienced is walking into a bar after a year away from that bar, and then being greeted by name.
That is what happened when I walked into the Legal Test Kitchen, Boston, located in Seaport.
I’m going to be perfectly honest. I primarily chose this bar because it was the closest restaurant to the Rennaisance Boston. It has a little bit of history for me as it was here where I have rekindled friendships with Boston friends, and made plenty of new friends each PAX East.
There are memories here, such as the time I got so drunk that I fell into the street, and my friends were so drunk that no one had any recollection of that event.
But bartenders here have been attentive, and take care of you even if you’re not a regular. They are friendly, check in on you, and do their best to make you feel like you have a space at the bar that they’ve been saving for you.
Many thanks to Helen, Josh and Catherine.