Tomorrow we set out for the most exciting show to hit the east coast since Nightspider: Turn off the Occupational Safety
. It's a show that makes controller fingers twitch and gives nerds that rope/gym class feeling. That's right, chums—PAX East
: The Eastening! Or "PAX East: Witches of Eastwick!" as we like to call it.
Although we've witnessed the excesses
of E3 in the past, this will be our first PAX. It's like the saying goes, "I wasn't born at PAX East but I took the Bolt Bus there as fast as I could!"; I paraphrase because I care. Suffice it to say that we're fweaking stoked. In our earlier years, we would have had a complete meltdown
in anticipation. With age, though, the joy contorts our faces like we're doing silent jaw exercises with hot tears streaming down our faces. It's quite a sight.
The journey to PAX might be fraught with peril
, but consider our loins girded. As the old Dan
We've got provisions and lots of beer
The key word is survival on the new frontier.
Beer is truly key for the four hour NY-Boston bus trip that lies ahead. Wait, are you trying to tell me you've never been riding dirty
on the bus? Sitting right beside me and nursing tall boy Coors Lights out of a plastic bag while babbling on your cell phone about what a crazy day you've had and how a bunch of Coors Light tall boys are just the thing to sort yourself out? No? We must have been on a different bus.
Stay tuned for more adventures as excitement builds and we hit the road for the show that Germans stoically refer to as "Der Gaming Schlaraffenland