||Excerpt from the day's log for Monday October 25, 2004
5:15:43 pm: Return home from work. Remember that GTA:San Andreas comes out tomorrow, and decide to find out if any shipments have arrived in Davis early.
5:17:06 pm: Say to Emmy, "Hey, let's see if they have GTA over at the Gamestop in the U-Mall. I'll buy you something from Starbucks if they do, and we have to go over there to get the game."
5:17:33 pm: Emmy replies, "Actually, I just got a drink from there. And the van is still there, because the battery died on me when I tried to start it up. My dad is going to come help me with it around 8:30 or so."
5:18:00 pm: Fuck that shit.
5:19:30 pm: Say to Emmy, "Let's just call them anyway; it's not too far to walk and I feel like getting outside a bit before it starts raining for the next few days anyway."
5:19:55 pm: Emmy picks up the phone to call. (It is a well known fact that the kind of sex starved video game nerd who works at such stores is FAR more likely to admit to a woman than to a man that there are extra copies of a new game available, and that you DON'T actually have to have promised them your soul before hand to get such games on launch day.)
5:21:09 pm: Emmy hangs up. "They say that if we come reserve it now, they will have copies around 7:00 or 7:30."
5:21:40 pm: Hmm.
5:22:00 pm: Say "Hey, I'm going to walk over there are reserve it, and we can just pick it up when we go to fix the van. By then all the smelly nerds who were waiting in line for the game to show up will have gotten their copies and gone home, and we'll be able to just walk in and pick it up."
5:22:37 pm: Emmy replies,"That sounds like a good plan. I'll even walk over there with you."
5:30:24 pm - 6:10:42 pm: Have a pleasant walk to the U-Mall and back with Emmy. It is a bit chilly, but not raining, so we are fine. Pay in full for the game at Gamestop, plus pick up copies of 28 Days Later and The Good Girl on the cheap. Life is good.
6:13:31 pm - 6:35:02 pm: Prepare and eat dinner.
6:40:00 pm - 8:33:56 pm: Have hot monkey sex with Emmy. (Editors note: The phrase "have hot monkey sex" may or may not actually mean "play Paper Mario" in this context.)
8:35:07 pm: Emmy's mom calls. We decide to just have her come give the van a jump, and fix it another day since Emmy's dad has been working all day.
8:48:30 pm: Arrive back at the U-Mall. Emmy and her mom go to jump the van while I go to pick up the game.
8:50:00 pm: Guy behind the counter says that their manager will be there with the games any minute, but for now everyone will have to wait outside because the store is about to close to normal business. Whatever, it still isn't raining, and the van is going to have to charge for a while anyway.
8:51:04 pm: I am now a smelly nerd waiting in line for the game.
9:02:44 pm: Emmy and her mom have gone into Starbucks to get some hot chocolate. Whatever, it still isn't raining.
9:10:30 pm: Emmy and her mom have gone to drop off the van at our apartment. Whatever, it is only slightly drizzling.
9:15:52 pm: Guy has just come out to say that they are still expecting their manager any minute now, but they have ordered a bunch of pizzas so to make up for the fact that we are now standing in a complete downpour. Whatever, I am near the front of the line and somewhat under cover.
9:16:22 pm: Emmy and her mom stop by to let me know that Emmy will be borrowing her mom's car, but must now drive across town to drop her off at home.
9:16:52 pm: Guy comes back out to say that that the games have just arrived at the airport, and must now be taken to a central location where they can be divvied up amongst the various store managers, after which his manager will have a 40 minute drive back to Davis. Consider thanking the employee for not telling me this 30 seconds earlier, for if he had I may have decided to stop standing in the rain and go home to have more hot monkey sex with Emmy. However, she will be gone for about half an hour. I am now at the point of no return. Either I walk home now, or I stubbornly wait however long it actually takes for the manager to show up.
9:17:02 pm: Whatever. It isn't raining THAT hard, and two of the people in front of me have left. Besides, I'm far more hardcore than any of these fuckers anyway, right? Right?
9:20:40 pm: Decide that it was a poor idea to wear socks and sandals, even if the socks were extra warm wool socks. After all, extra warm and woolen doesn't do much good when they are fucking soaked all the way through.
9:47:15 pm: Emmy returns, and rebuffs my attempt to send her home now and walk home in the rain by myself later. She does, however, require that I buy her coffee from Starbucks. She buys decaff, though, so at least she won't be up all night playing GTA without me.
10:03:00 pm: The pizza guy shows up and the rain starts to slow. There is much rejoicing.
10:05:00 pm: Emmy uses her position of the cuter of the two women among 40 or so smelly male nerds to acquire for herself the last piece of pizza (a second piece, when everyone else got just one). She shares half of the piece with me, turning my intense pride to ecstatic joy.
10:17:30 pm: The manager shows up. The crowd grows restless as three pudgy Gamestop employees attempt to be menacing while shuttling the boxes inside the store.
10:20:57 pm: In a feat of herculean proportions, one of the employees manages to coax the crowd back into a semblance of order, and feeds 10 nerds at a time into the store. Emmy and I are among the first group, and we quickly acquire our copy and flee the scene.
10:35:44 pm: We return home. I should have been in bed 30 minutes ago. However, it would simply be wrong not to play the game just a little bit.
11:43:12 pm: I reluctantly head to bed. I do not look forward to 6:45:00 am, when my fucking alarm will rouse me from my all to short period of rest.
Posted by Ethan on 10.27.04 @ 07:50 AM PST
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