Hula Hula

Day 7?

Alright, yesterday (8/8/08) was one of the most ridiculous days I have had in a long time. Super Asian Day. It started off with me going on a solo mission to The World Cyber Gaming Asian Championship 2008. It took me some effort to find the place it was at, not because it was difficult to locate, but because to get to the convention center where it was at, I had to traverse through a labyrinth of (believe it or not) malls.

Upon entering exhibit hall 402/403 I realized I had come to the right place. Booth girls, low lighting, gaming rigs set up everywhere, and the smell of hundreds of Asian gamers (a fine mix of Red Bull and body odor). There were massive rows of computers that I referred to as 'The Pit'. Here there were some intense battles of Counter Strike and Warcraft III (although not the actual game, but the custom game called Defense of the Ancients. If you've heard of DotA then welcome fellow nerd). I took a seat at the main stage just in time for a FIFA quarter final match. The kid who won seemed pretty nasty, however I later found out that he dropped out of tech school to pursue gaming full time. His parents must be proud.

This was followed by the Singapore finals for virtua fighter 5. Good battle between some nasty players. Never played the game myself, but these nerds looked particularly good. Winner pocketed 600 beans, a TV, and a trip to the nationals in Germany.

I grabbed some food and returned in time to catch the finals for Age of Empires III. Hard as fuck to watch, but one guy got owned in what looked like a pretty lopsided match. All through these matches there were these douchbag announcers calling the games. They sucked. I rocked iPod instead.

By this time I had had enough of watching other people play video games so I bounced. Checked out the fountain of wealth. Put my hand in its cool, mystical waters, and headed back to the pad to crush a quick nap before THE party.

Of course the party I'm referring to is the Hula Hula party (Their words, not mine) that my Dad's apartment complex put on. The setting was the rooftop pool, where the 'big surprise' (a hot tub) was revealed. Open bar, mad good free food. This of course led to everyone getting crushed... everyone. Me, rents, housekeepers, everyone who stays at the apartment, and even the building owner Jerry. (of note, a gay dude who we were talking to told my parents to let me go out Saturday night and get someone pregnant... thanks guy. Other stuff happened that I'm too lazy to write about. I'll share tales upon my return) Long story short, I stumbled back to the room just in time to catch the US stumbling into the olympic stadium. This of course was live seeing as China is pretty close by and what not.

This morning was pretty hilarious. Entire Roy squad was experiencing some class 2s maybe class 3s. Great Success!