That entry title refers to the activity that besot my day. I downloaded the public multiplayer demo of Battlefield 1942 (a great game, by the way). It’s meant to be a large multiplayer WWII battle, but Greg and I played by ourselves in an in-game diversion I like to call “Smite My Chum with a Big Kielbasa-Shaped Torpedo”. We take turns driving a jeep around the island while the other guy follows in an airplane and drops bombs on the fleeing, bunny-like automobile. It’s fun, until you realize that you wasted a couple hours playing essentially the same scenario over and over.
On the more productive, social side of things, TJ moved in today, we went to the “welcome back” Campus Crusade meeting, and I had my first taste of Rally’s fries. Having TJ back is very nice indeed. He’s an important part of my friend dynamic. When I would go out of control hyper and start flipping out, he’s like my soothing dosage of medicine that keeps me under control. Seriously though, he’s a mighty good friend and I missed him much over the summer. It was good to get back to Campus Crusade, as well, and see some people that I hadn’t been around for a while. After the Crusade get together was when the quality time started.
We went back to the apartment where it was just Greg, TJ, and I. It’s nice to get away from large social gatherings, drop the guard a little bit, and catch up with some friends. Us roomies took the long, scenic walk along Tempe Town Lake over to Mill to partake in some Cafe Boba beverages. It’s really beautiful walking along there at night if you can get over the fact that the whole thing is artificial and somewhat surreal. There’s really nothing like walking along a nice path, greenery all around, gazing out over the shimmering lake with the reflections of streetlights and the city playing across the water. Oh yeah, and then a 747 flies over. Trust me, once you get your hearing back…it’s nice.
Cafe Boba had another delicious beverage in store for me: Citrus Boba Smoothie. My enjoyment of this fine beverage was enhanced because it’s not on the menu…I felt like a regular receiving some special privilege. On top of all this goodness, the guy got confused along the way and charged me for a small but gave me a large. Very nice indeed…I pointed out the mistake, but the fault already having been committed, he wished me well on my free extra boba.
We walked back to the apartment, went for a refreshing swim, and then I finished off the night with a real touch of class….
Greg and I took turns bombing the 3d rendered deuces out of each other.
(for the record, and make note of this in future blog entries, deuce is a euphemism for crap)