So... Bobby and I are in Seattle for Casual Connect (not as lascivious as it sounds) - It's a place for people who make cheesey downloadable games to meet and ask if anyone has found a way to make money from these games.
Anyhoo, we were invited to an "invitation only" party for a company called GameHouse. We decided we'd go since we LOVE to be snooty and say we're going to an "invitation only" party.
This is when I was faced with the harsh reality that Bobby and I are kind of... well... really lame.
I mean, the club was all decked out in neon pink and blue lights in a dark, swanky lounge. It's all dark and sexxxy... i think. I mean, I guess that's the vibe they were going for. It could easily have been featured in "Sex and the City."
This club even had women sign posts! (Women - decked out in skin tight outfits who either couldn't or weren't allowed to speak to guests. They merely held up signs posts. As an alleged feminist, I'm offended at the idea of using women for props. As someone attending the Casual Gamers Conference- i loved the idea and believe there should be more of them... women who aren't allowed to speak, I mean.)
Anyway, there was a bar with free drinks - FREE DRINKS! And I'm not just talking about tap water. I mean BOOOOOZE! BOOZE FOR EVERYONE! The Booze flowed like... wine.
Here's the problem with this scenario - Bobby and I (and our deep Utah-Jello Loving-Fry Sauce Making-3.2% Alcoholic Beveraged - Mod Bod attired-roots) are completely awkward. Even though booze is offered - we get the rum and coke's sans rum. Oh, the coke has to be a diet coke.
Furthermore, we're both socially awkward. We can't mingle. At all. We still believe in "Stranger Danger" to its strictest definition.
Finally, the skinny, tall, women dancers (read: strippers) dressed in skin-tight, glittery space suits were supposed to go around to every table and talk with the patrons. Soon, a silver-suited, blonde-wigged dancer slithered towards our table - still somewhat sexy dancing to the techno beat.
I had to idea what to say to aforementioned space suit lady. What on earth could I have in common with this space oddity? So, I just blurted out "How long do you have to keep doing this?" Not knowing whether I was referring to hours or years - she gave me an icy glance and sashayed away.
Thus, Bobby and I stayed at the GameHouse party for a grand total of... ten minutes.
There was a strobe light though... that was pretty cool.
