I don’t blog much about outings on Fridays anymore, because I tend to take them for granted. I mean, saying which songs in DDR I’ve passed, and then how much I went back and forth from the Oasis event to Starbase gets tiring, I’d assume. But my grades will probably hamper my chances of going out on Fridays in the near future, so I might as well make the most of it. And the rest of the weekend will be spent doing homework, so it’s a good thing to savor the flavor… in the form of this blog!
After school, James and I drove straight to Drake High School, where we’re seen as gods, or something, as we get greeted by random people we don’t really know. We tried posting some signs that we took down at TL, which had stupid phrases such as “BEAT DRAKE” and “GO TL MCAL CHAMPS!!1111” but generic Drake jocks took them down… symbolically. With the help of Jeff, a guy who ended up taggin’ along with us for the evening, we found the rest of the Drake crew.
Starbase has gotten a DDR 5th Mix machine, which is to be used as an alternative from the pricey DDR Extreme machine, but the owner, Video Bob, couldn’t get it to the arcade… so we’ll have to wait a while before we can put it to use. We were able to input the latest Extreme code, which unlocked three great songs, one of which being the latest 10-footer, Sakura. After trying it out on Standard and Challenge difficulty a few times, I was able to easily beat it on Heavy, which is the 10-foot steps. It’s… way too easy to be a credible 10-footer, but I passed it anyway, so that’s cool. Sakura is a great song.
Bryan is good at Puzzle Bobble.
We were waiting around for Chris for quite some time, as he and James were invited to go to an event at the Riptide Arcade in Pier 39, San Francisco. He seemed to have quite a good time, so why don’t you read his blog about it.
We tried hanging out in the Digiquest room, which is part of the building where the Oasis Fridays are held, but even though many of us are sorta “veterans” of the Digiquest program, we were kicked out by some guy who is much more important than any of us. Eh.
The crowd at the Oasis was amazing. It was comprised mostly of Drake and TL kids. A few extras were amusing:
There was this one girl, who I will hereafter refer to as “Ms. Promiscuity,” who would pour glitter on her chest, kiss random people, and offer to make out with anyone who dared ask. Most of us saw this as completely awful and disgusting, so one way or another we got her to stop being interested in, uh, everyone.
A few girls started lighting up and smoking right in the middle of our little crowd thing, so a lot of us started making the generic over-exaggerating “coughing my lungs out” noise, so that got them to leave sooner or later. They only got Francisco to join them (of course). They weren’t supposed to be smoking on the teen center’s property anyway.
The Drake foo’s made a dunce cap for some class. It read “SHAFTED!” on once side, and “DUNCE” on the other. But the cap was made up of a piece of hard paper rolled at an angle, so if you put it on wrong, it looked as if you were wearing a pointed KKK hood. But I put the cap on my hand instead, and walked around as if I were the Mega Man enemy, “SHAFTED MAN.”
Sophie burst out in song with a few of her band’s greatest hits, and I titled it the “Oasis Side-Show.” It was probably more entertaining than the usual bands that play anyway. (please kill me.) One song was about driving in a car and everything and I think I’ll make it the theme song of my comic.
The main event of the night, though, was a big ol’ trip to Applebee’s in the mall. Omid offered to take a bunch of people to dinner, so some of us said we’d go, but the turnout was huge. We must have gotten more than half of the people actually at the event to go to Applebee’s. So a few of us drove there. I drove Sophie, Bryan, and Jeff, and although it took some time to get a big-enough group of tables for everyone to sit (we first tried Chilis, in fact, but there was too long of a wait), everyone ended up sitting down and being enjoy.
Hannah and Jam had to leave early because of mom of doom, and Andy felt intentionally left-out (and he actually was by some), and the four of us that came in my car sorta sat separately from the rest of the people, but overall, it was great. We ate foods. We all had to share Bryan’s appetizer platter because it was enormous. And we all drew caricatures of Bryan on paper napkin holders.
After that, it was the usual job of driving everyone home, and I got home relatively early. (Relative to the amount of stuff I did that night).
“TEH END” isn’t funny anymore.