Take a trip (or two) with me.
I’ve always enjoyed traveling. The destination however, isn’t what this post is about. This is about the people that I’ve been going to meet. The most recent Blizzcon got me thinking about this again. All the pictures posted on our guild forums are a bittersweet look into a fun weekend. On the one hand it’s awesome to see a good number of guild people that have taken the trek out to Anaheim to enjoy the activities and festivities that Blizzard has provided. On the other, it kills me to see these people and think that I could have taken a trip out to meet so many of them. In retrospect the opportunity was there and I should have taken it.
In the past I have been able to do so, though not in the convention center kind of way. Back in 2007 I took a trip with my college roommate, Palantir (or Pal), up to Montreal to visit my first set of guild people. Before leaving Pal booked a hostel in the city to try to save some money. The trip was a 6 hour drive up from Western Massachusetts on a Friday in my ‘95 bright teal 2 door Ford Escort. Crossing multiple states, country borders, and long stretches of Canadian farm land that, to be honest, smelled like ass. Upon arriving we parked in some part of the city on a side street where my car was destined to stay for the long weekend. A black SUV pulled up and we wondered if the trip would end with us tied up in the back of this nondescript car. As it turned out this was not the end of the story and out popped Fog and Kurn. Introductions were in order before getting into the car and driving over to where we were staying to drop our stuff off. This was the first time I had gone out to meet someone from in a game, so I was kind of foggy on the whole character name vs real name thing. There wasn’t really a discussion, and so it flip flopped throughout the weekend. After several minutes of hunting for a physical location that matched the address of the hostel we had, the four of us came up to what seemed like a normal apartment. The door opened up to a set of stairs to what looked like a small 2 or 3 bedroom apartment with a loft area. However strewn about the apartment there were mattresses on the floor, which it was determined was where people would be sleeping. Pal and I tossed our stuff on a mattress up in the loft area and headed back out, laughing, and questioning what we had gotten ourselves into for 20 Canadian dollars a night.
(Home sweet mattress?)
After that the four of us trekked out to an internet gaming place to play some WoW. Eventually, Fog and Pal went out to enjoy some other parts of the Montreal night life, while Kurn and I stayed and did a few Burning Crusade randoms and a ZG run. We laughed, we cried. Well, she laughed and cried as I literally began yelling in her face after she asked me to conjur her some water. I went into great detail about how I had to personally go out to the glaciers and chip off the ice that I use to conjure my glacial water. As it turns out,I love yelling at Kurn whether it’s in or out of the game. After a while Fog and Pal rejoined us and the group headed back out around 3 or 4 am. While leaving the internet cafe we were hastily assaulted by a gentleman who pretended to rob us. I grew rapidly concerned about this less then stellar situation. Thankfully it was quickly revealed that he was attempting to rob us using only a banana concealed in his sweatshirt pocket. Hilarity ensued. Actually thinking back there is a video that Kurn took on that cold Canadian night right here! Granted my hair is not quite as awesome anymore, but hey, life goes on. Our journey ended back at the sketchtastic “hostel” and got to sleep.
(This would have been more threatening.)
I awoke early the next morning at least 2 hours before Pal and subsequently many other people there. Now as an aside, I am an early morning person. Ever since I was very young I had known that. I always wake up earlier then everyone else on a very consistent basis. Which, while I would normally consider it a positive, was absolutely not. All I could do was wait. When a few people eventually did wake up, there was more then a little language barrier, as my high school level French did not leave me the ability to converse. Also, it was an atrocious night of sleep. Who would have guessed that a mattress on hardwood flooring may not be as supportive for your back as you would want. With very little and poor quality of sleep, Pal and I decided that a second night of staying there was not an option. Pal and I thanked the host, and after some “discussion” were successfully able to give them an American twenty for the stay. At time the US dollar was beating out the Canadian one, and the “discussion” was more of our host not understanding that fact. We gathered our up stuff and headed out. Kurn and Fog swung by and grabbed us again to find a proper hotel in the area which turned out to be a local Quality Inn. The rest of the day was consumed by a couple drinks at a bar across the street and some more WoW playing.
That Saturday night I had what I will say to this day, is the best night of sleep I have ever had in my life. The bed had never been as soft, nor the sleep as good. Goodbye sketchy hostel, hello squishy mattress with the full host of standard hotel amenities. While just as standard a hotel as any, I will never again have such an appreciation for the industry.
(Quality has never been so extraordinary.)
We gathered our stuff once again and were grabbed by the pair and I challenged them to get me a good bagel. Being from the New York, New Jersey area, I know a thing or two about bagels. Fog assured me he had a spot and we grabbed one. Bad news for him, it was not up to the par that I am used to. (You’ll have to try again next time buddy.) We said goodbye as they dropped us back off at my car and we headed back out. Overall, a very enjoyable experience.
The second one of my grand adventures took me to the Virginia area of the US. I was heading down to see a larger group of WoW friends. This trip was a little bit longer and consisted of more planning and plane rides. One of the two was a small prop plane. I remember staring out the window being able to watch the propeller of the plane and being able to hear it over my fully blasting iPod. Easily being one of the most horrifying plane rides of my life. As I arrived at Roanoke Regional Airport I was swiftly greeted by Kamilla and Hungertoga. I got my baggage into their car and we were off. My journey continued after joining up with the whole crew containing Hulkdwarf, Tankdwarf, and Magiribeye.
Sadly some of my newer guild mates will of never met these people but will have probably heard of Tank and Hulk’s Retribution Paladin prowess. And if you had not, all you need to know is that they were Marshals and Justicars before it was cool. Magiribeye has been sighted this expansion on his druid Lazercat now and again. Food and drink were consumed at which point I was able to reaffirm my non-enjoyment of sweet tea and headed out. I dropped my stuff at Toga’s place as he was kind enough to provide his place for my lodgings. That night the crew all went out and played some mini-golf and enjoyed the rest of the evening. Make note however that I was victorious, teamed with my once mage partner Magiribeye (aka Ribs).
(I forgot this picture even existed. Hell yes. Mini golf champs.)
The next day we woke up and I was interested in getting some breakfast food. I had wanted to go to a Waffle House since my only other experience there had been a year or two earlier in Atlanta, and it was delicious. Granted they were quick to tell me that Waffle House is a chain in which you were more likely to find drunk people passed out at 4 AM in the morning then an actual eating establishment, but I insisted anyway. After consuming what I though passed as a decent meal we stopped by a quick-e-mart and grabbed some provisions for a day at a gun range. By provisions I meant a decent size bag of sunflower seeds and water. And by gun range I mean an area used for shooting, that could best be described as a large pile of earth at the end of a medium sized field with some stations at which you could sit and steady a rifle. Ribs graciously provided both a Mosin-Nagant and a KAR 98 plus ammo for some firing fun. This was in fact the first real gun that I had fired. While the bolt was sticky at times and I required some help to get it pulled back occasionally, it was awesome. Ribs had also brought along an ink cartridge from a printer that we shot at. The afternoon ended with a cartridge that had been successfully “killed” and was bleeding some viscous inky maroon blood on the ground.
After the afternoon’s activites, we caught a showing of the new Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, to which we all agreed was rather mediocre at best. On our way home we stopped for some fast food at a Sonic. At that time there were none of those up in my area at all. I consumed some delicious popcorn chicken and tater tots. The reason I bring this up is that since that enjoyable trip, the franchise has moved up North. However, the wonderful food has not accompanied that transition and our Sonics are far below par. That evening we had a raid which Kam, Toga, and I all attended. The next day the three of us grabbed some Japanese food for lunch before taking me back to the airport for my flight back home, thus ending another great guild meeting adventure.
(I do like sunflower seeds. . . .and guns.)
These trips are easily some of the high points of my video gaming career. Meeting these people online, forming a relationship online, then being able to pick up on that friendship in real life is just a testament to how online gaming doesn’t just harbor the need to be online more. I have met more people from the former Apotheosis as well. Both Darkguido and Grimnaw took the trip up from Long Island to my college in Massachusetts to crash with Pal and I for a weekend. We hung out played Call of Duty and ate some delicious wings from a local wing place. Very enjoyable. Another visit from guild mates came in the form of meeting up with Darista and Kut. Pal and I met up with them for dinner in the area, then went out to play a few rounds of bowling after. Kut and I sang to Paul Simon’s Graceland in the car on the way there. It was magical. I’ve also been back up to Canada since that fateful weekend with my fiancee JD to hang out with Kurn again on a more sightseeing type trip.
These photos of the new crew at Blizzcon brought back all these wonderful memories. Though I couldn’t be there to enjoy the company of my new guild mates I’m both jealous and happy I got to see the pictures. I think I’d like to get back into it and create a new slew of stories and adventures with the fantastic folks of Apotheosis.