Got back from E3. Holy SHIT, was that a fucking show or what!

Got to meet hundreds of awesome people and see some terrific games. I don’t own a PS2 or an X-Box yet, but after seeing what’s coming out, this will change. I’m completely blown away at everything, at what an awesome experience it was.

I’m still winding down from the whole experience. Most of it was meetings but it was all a ton of fun.

Some highlights from the trip:

- While in a meeting, I was threatened with death by ninja assassins if I violate an NDA. I don’t have ninja insurance. :(

- The Saga of Ryzom booth babes in blue. One of them got crabby and in my face and poked me with a sword when I didn’t spend enough time with their game, and the other one stared at me until I blushed. :P

- Talking to a guy from Portland who grows medicinal weed for a living, and finding out that one of his clients is suing him for not giving him his weed on time, and that he’s in LA to be on Judge Judy.

- Him later arbitrarily flashing me his penis in the middle of LAX. I’m still not sure why.

- Getting sneaked in the back to the Unreal 3 engine demo booth, avoiding an hour’s wait in line. I got skipped in ahead of Sinbad! (yes, THAT Sinbad)

- Hanging out in the private Discreet lounge. I got to get drunk and rant for half an hour on all the reasons MAX fucking sucks to a MAX reseller, which was fun. ;D

- Dinner at Morton’s. BEST. FUCKING. STEAK. EVER. If you’re willing to drop a week’s pay on dinner, this is the place to do it. I had a tonguegasm after each bite. Multiple tonguegasms.

- Getting lost in LA at midnight and walking around for an hour, then having a crazy homeless black guy tell us about this great Gentlemen’s Club he knew about! It’s just around the corner there, over there in that dark alley (the one next to lot with the running car with tinted windows), up a set of stairs and in the back of an abandoned building. Sounds great! We unabashedly used him to lead us to a road we recognized, then tried to ditch his little thuggy ass, and a 10-minute argument on how helpful he was to us and how we fucking owe him ensued. He walked away with a quarter and four cigarettes. Crazy fuck.

Overall, sweet Jesus on a gold stick, what a SHOW! Can’t wait for next year. Hangover should be almost gone by then. ;D