In an effort to encourage myself to write more, I will write about my most memorable fun times with my friends. I hope to write each day about a new friend. For the first entry I will write about my past roommates who I hold in high regards.
Nick or more commonly known by his alter ego Pszito.
It was a beautiful spring day in 2004. Nick and I had nailed my bumper on my van and then packed it up with our 40K stuff for a road trip. It was around 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon, we had made plans with my old boss, Pat, who lived in bumfuck Vermont. It was like two miles north of Montpelier. We had talked with Pat before and made plans to show up around five when he got out of work.
As soon as we got in the car we noted that we had an hour and a half to a two hour drive with no working radio. We had kept up a good conversation about anything and everything. We arrived at Pat's house around 5:00 and immediately unloaded the models and tables from the van and set up shop. After an hour or two of setting up our armies and the landscape, we got to playing. We only really played till around 11 or 12, and then stopped and cleaned up, loaded the van, and drove home. We never did finish that game but I'm sure Nick was going to win. Fucking Tyranids.
Tim or more often then not know as El Timbo.
It was a very cold and snowy December night at 198 King. It was around 8:30pm, Lori was at work, the kid's were sleeping in her room, Jackie and Travis were nowhere to be found, and Tim was out with Meg catching up with some coffee. I had nestled into the couch and popped in Prince of Persia 3 and was destined to beat it. I had a nice big cup of water and the only light that emanated into the room was that of the Christmas lights from the window.
I got a good hour or so into my game when I heard laughter coming from the outside hallway. I all I thought was "Please don't be Jackie and Travis". Sure enough it was Tim and Meg. So since I had got up to let them in I decided to have a cigarette. Upon returning inside from the balcony I returned to the game. Now with Tim and Meg watching as I preformed death defying leaps over fire and spikes, Tim noticed something odd when I went into the next room.
"Dude, your jumping over all of these death traps and running on walls just to get to the kitchen?" Tim asked.
"Hahaha Yeah. It must suck to wake up in the middle of the night to grab a sandwich." I replied.
"Well that's just poor architecture."
All in all we sat there for the most of the night shooting the shit about crappy castles and the late night bathroom visits. What you would need to do just to get a drink of water. Meg left around 10:30 and soon Tim also had to leave to go to work. As luck would have it I did beat that game as soon as they left. I spent a good half an hour fighting the final boss and show them I can do it, only to beat it after they leave. Fucking Prince of Persia.