Game Dev & Jam

It seems that it’s only after events like these that you actually question what, in the grand scheme of things, could made you have thought that attempting to drink continuously for a entire day would be a helpful and enriching experience. What would have possessed me to write off the harrowing tales of woe related to me by (significantly) bigger and better athletes in the inebriation Olympics?

More the fool I, Dave Hill, and a number of friends took up this gauntlet of insanity, vowing to complete this Herculean task or be-very-disappointed-with-ourselves (hastily changed from ‘commit seppuku with a blunt spoon’ by general consensus).

Starting at noon on Saturday, though we managed to complete a gruelling 16 hours, that still left us fully a third short of the goal. Surprisingly, the difficulty arose not with imbibing the considerable quantities of alcohol, but in remaining awake for the duration of the trial. As those who know me will attest, I’m far from a heavyweight, so I have to ascribe my survival and amazing lack of hangover to my choice of Kopparberg as my poison. Other scoffed at my choice of quite sweet pear cider, but when beer and cider drinkers were blowing out left and right, I remained strong in, sipping my way to sweet, sweet victory (well, in the right direction at the very least).

The accumulation of so much alcohol in one place was in and of itself was a truly epic event; bringing tears to grown men’s eyes and bowing their heads, fixing in their minds that moment so they might one day say to their children, and their children’s children, “I was there.” Yes, their children might be malformed, undernourished and in the care of social services, but at the least they’ll finally know the turning point in their father’s lives when they finally took upon themselves the mantle of alcoholism.

Without the vacuous hyperbole, here is a subset, not by any means exhaustive* of the hi-jinks surfacing on that fateful day:

• Top Hat-tastic action!
• Moshing sans shirts to Jamiroquai
  (yes people, apparently you can mosh to anything..)
• The Game of Mao (The first rule of Mao, is don’t talk about Mao)
• Exploding Lollipop Conkers - try it today!
• An exclusive Glow staff performance to 4, you lucky few!
• More sleeping people in a room than explainable by physics
• A face full of… socially inappropriate posturing and presentation

* The majority of stories may not be retold for litigation purposes.

Sunday was officially by far the best ‘day after’ ever, most significantly for a distinct lack of.. pain. The entire day I was waiting for the hangover to kick in, the worst I felt was actually the caffeine hit from the super-sized Frappachino we bought when we headed into town for jeans… and which we roundly failed to purchase, getting waylaid in the arts and crafts store and buying canvases instead. I’ve never painted on canvas before, it was like being 5 again! With longer arms.

Fishing for plumbers..