EPTPictures suck quality, I dunno how to work this shit phone. Someone lend me a standard SLR camera plz
Gonna write it like a narrative and it'll devolve into blatant average talk... I don't often result to social labels or identifying myself as one, but after walking to the other side of the rainbow of sociability and the night-life, I am way fucking left and everyone is fucking right. My God...
If you just want to know how the club thing went, click here
It was your typical Friday morning: 2:00. I had just finished watching probably the best Japanese animated movie I've ever seen since Spirited Away, I suggested it to @Procelain (from Team Liquid) and I hope she considers watching it in the future.
The movie is called: The Girl Who Leapt Through Time. It's a pretty well-known film for most movie buffs who dabble in the Eastern stuff, but if you haven't seen it. I highly suggest it: it's a difficult film to describe, it's not something I could of guessed and yet, rather than feeling like I was cheated or just stubborn about being wrong, I was glad I was and very happy with how it went from ordinary to odd/different to just eye-opening and absolutely amazing. The ending could not have satisfied me more than it did. It had me smile as my eyes slowly closed; falling asleep from what I would call: my favourite bedtime story.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xk9SAmD00Iw
10/10, highly suggested
10/10, highly suggested
Moving forward, I awoke at 2:30, I have one class I usually attend and I would be missing a large portion (essentially the bit before my exam). Having rushed through the shower, the minimal eating I could snag and the Dr. Pepper I brought along to carry me over into dinner-time, I stepped into the class: I was wearing my winter/heavy Autumn jacket on what was a typical windy and slightly damp day: a typical Fall afternoon here in Montreal barely hitting the 15 degrees Celsius mark. The exam started and I literally crumbled: didn't know the answers, didn't know the question, didn't know how to read, didn't know how to turn the page. I was a nervous starving wreck who knew how to bullshit on an essay but couldn't find any bubbles of knowledge for the answers of this multiple-choice test. The teacher smirked at me as I was looking for fragments of images of the slides I studied for the past week.
Did what I could, fingers crossed.
Fast-Forward until 5:45 and it's now time for our Concordia University's StarCraft meeting. A great little get together where we bitched and moan about the new units, the changes they were making and how they need to wait a whole expansion before giving Hydra a speed boost. The bottom-line for me is:
Bottom-line of the beta; Terran gets more AOE and fucking variety in units + a unit to help against TvT Mech.
Protoss lose their Mothership and Carriers, get more Air but their ground is still the same.
Zerg gets recycled units and the rest of their units get fixed (hydra with speed? You need a whole expansion to add that?)
Protoss lose their Mothership and Carriers, get more Air but their ground is still the same.
Zerg gets recycled units and the rest of their units get fixed (hydra with speed? You need a whole expansion to add that?)
That's my viewpoint at least, kinda hate how Zerg do not get proper lurkers, but instead things Siege Tanks can still shoot at (at least we have Dark Swarm which I fucking adore).
Bias here, but whatever, let's move on.
***
Moving onward, we were suppose to head on over to this Pub/Bar. It's Friday night, we just watched two fucking crazy trailers (D3 and HotS) and we need a place to just drown all our chatter and stuff away.
But first we stopped by a place called "Picks"
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Recommended by one of our members [shoutout to PvP!]
Absolutely amazing place run by a nice elder Asian couple. I don't talk about many restaurants, just many foods because in most cases, I feel the place is either too expensive or just not worth mentioning. So far, on my list, I have listed: Lucca, Reubens and now Picks! Picks is a twist to the general local burger joints people mention around their city because they run things slightly differently:
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For the non-frenchies: You got Sauteed Mushrooms, Carmelized Onions, Egg, Grilled Red Pepper and at the bottom Sauces: Honey Mustard Sauce, Spicy Ketchup, Grilled Red Pepper and Aioli Sauce, Dried Tomato with Aioli and Basil Sauce
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Sauces: CHIPOTLE MAYO SAUCE AND WASABI MAYO SAUCE, AIOLI AND MAYO SAUCE Different kinds of cheeses and free toppings (Lettuce, Tomato, Pickles, Onions, Relish, KIMCHI (yes, it's not on there, but you can have Kimchi on your burger), Coleslaw
Like seriously, wtf? All these odd-ass toppings and sauces? WASABI MAYO? I dabbled with my tastebuds knowing I'm a giant gastric pussy when it came to spicy sauce and got Chipotle Mayo (never had Chipotle before).
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The Final Product, quality sucks, sorry. I assure you, it was fucking good
Final tally of price? 8.00$ for a double-burger with Lettuce, Tomato, Onions, Pickles, Ketchup, Chipotle Mayo, Sauteed Mushrooms + TIP (fuck, they deserved the tip). If you are ever in Montreal, go to Picks, the burger tasted hearty, the sauces were generous, the portions filled me up right and the vegetables were as fresh as I could tell [no guarantee]).
How to find it, it's right next to Buns, right near Concordia University (cash or debit only).
Straight up kids. Get some Picks, head to some cafe and watch GSL while eating this stuff, heaven in the corner.
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bla bla bla, went to the Bull Pub, Yoda, one of our StarCraft members, got wasted hard. bla bla bla Dai used basic scripts on Ubuntu to crack the WPA/WEP of the bar's internet and we watched the HotS trailer, etc. bla bla bla, they drank beer while I looked around. bla bla bla nothing happened, was just a great time and we all had some fun. It was a sort of gathering with the university's newspaper, a lot of the girls were there were your standard university students: well-dressed, proficient with general talk and mannered. Nice girls, not for me however and after what I say later tonight, my mind is blown. They were sweet though and nice, a few of them just avoided any other guy as per usual and I always find it weird for couples to come to these sort of gatherings but do everything on their own and alone: play Pool alone, sit in the corner and kiss alone, play that Nintendo 64 in the middle of the place alone. Talk with only themselves, etc. Just odd...There was a Nintendo 64 and the student union's president (so basically the president of nearly all the students at my university) was playing Star Fox and the whole scene degenerated into her essentially killing Falco (to which we didn't know, so we kept telling her to take the secret path).
She pauses, tells us sharply to shut up and that she can't do it without Falco (fair enough, she somehow accidentally killed Falco though. When I first saw her do the level, she knew all the timings and from which direction the enemy was coming from; Clearly a Starfox veteran.
She restarts and does the whole thing again, to which I think we kept pointing at the places she needed to weave through to get the secret level and either she messed up or just straight-up quit and told us a few things on her mind.
That's the gist I believe, hopefully the other guys can elaborate. But, she fucking "accidentally" (as she said) killed Falco on Corneria (first level). Who the fuck kills Falco? You always go after the gender-questioned frog/toad (Slippy Toad) who somehow is deemed good enough to fly despite being the Great Fox's only reliable auto-mechanic.
Goes off to lament to everyone else at the place about how these terrible nerds were shouting instructions at her. In retrospect, we weren't harsh, but just pointing at the screen at what she needed to do was probably a dumb move. But my God, did she get angry and just yelled at us, insulted us and called us a bunch of something...
I tweeted it when I got home and guess who comes back to reply:
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hahaha, I laughed hard despite it being pretty irrelevant.
Walking home, I noticed Club 1234 where The Biggest BarCraft was held. Was Jam-packed with people on line wanting to get in. I texted the manager, Marco, and the main man who got the whole BarCraft thing hosted and going beautifully (shoutout to Dai Wei/DDW from McGill who helped with me to get this thing out there in Montreal) about how packed it was. I knew little about clubs; I went to one with an old co-worker when I used to test games for EA and other major publishing companies and I didn't like it at all. I was forced to dance with women who smoked and drank too much and it was just three rooms empty rooms too dark to move around and then too much light to properly open your eyes. Was an interesting experience, but not for me.
I soon got a reply back asking to swing by, I figured I had enough time for a generous hello before the GSL Finals, so I was at the gate, very well-dressed and much sturdier people took two ganders at me in my gray-torn coat and a scarf about 20 years older than me (my father wore this scarf back during his college years), old Messenger bag overweight with stupid books I never got to drop off as I looked tired as hell.
Gave Marco the best handshake I could give and he gives a wink and a smile at this buff guard [or some combination of "okay let this scrawny guy in"] (I swear the guy was the Michelin guy's brother or something. Fucking big dude!) and I walk in, completely cutting the line. I could hear the echos of eyebrows hitting the night sky in shock as I looked completely inappropriate. Before walking beyond the red carpeted entrance, Marco goes to settle some junked hipsters who are loitering around the gate: something about wanting to get in, but were being a ruckus or something: he lounges at the gate and tells these guys something, they beg and plead to be able to get in in their laminated-shined blazers, dipped in a french vanilla and greased with more varnish than their combed hair. He comes back and we waltz in the front.
Firs the metal-detector.
Then another massive dude frisks me before I give him my cut-short "hi". He checks my bag and as if I'm at the airport, I start showing him all the compartments of my bag to ensure I had nothing even though he gave me the "ok" (told him about Nintendo DS I had, my MP3, Phone, USB Cable, everything). Walk through another line and I'm in.
Walking through, the sound was a punch in the face. I'm a Jazz and some Instrumental kind of guy and this music was not for me, but it soon became the silence of the night. You didn't listen to it for its uniqueness, greatness or instruments, you just wanted the beats, to have it rumble your legs, pulse your heart a new rhythm and rack something new in your head. I don't remember a single song from the night, but I do remember how it felt, I remember what it did to everyone around me and I remember that this longer was the same sanctum that was my bedroom and 23-inch monitor.
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Pretty obvious what this is
Realizing that my coat was getting too heavy for this dark, unknown world, I asked if there was a place I could drop my shit off and so we tumbled into this bunker of the underground of the club. At his office, I recognized something glaring off his screen: GSL! Popped up a chair and sat like a happy child at his first day in Kindergarden: eager to see MMA wreck MVP (I love SlayerS!). High-Defintion GSL was superb! I could see the game in a quality I could never enjoy before at a higher-caliber I could never play! Just this, and only this, made me as a little nerd happy as hell.
Although the opportunity to observe and analyze social interaction of the youth culture and night-life in a ethnically-diverse dual-language major city was too much of an opportunity, I indulged in watching what connected me to Marco. During the first few intermissions, he dragged me upstairs, parched with thirst for some more Terran vs. Terran action and to flash me with another swig of the club that bursts with life and just insane action.
Before we went up, we caught this girl with a sprained or busted knee. I waved and chirped a small "hi" who was sitting in the back downstairs, away from the party. Apparently, I was too average Joe for her because she just stares blankly at me...
I was going to tell her that you should keep your legs stretched when putting ice on a sprain or a bummed knee (I think?), but shit I couldn't even get a hi out of her.
Back in wonderland, women were fucking standing on bar counters, dancing and engaging in something I could only describe as soft-core pornography and not enough to digest as a sober nerd. He dragged me to the bar where, I'm pretty fucking sure, this Ex-Cirque du Soleil acrobat started flipping flaming fucking bottles and creating a gravitational pull strong enough to maintain red bulls on his palm and sliding left and right on his arms. Only a few years older than me and he was juggling bottles worth more than my attire. Served us our drinks simultaneously (I wish I took pictures, I just couldn't believe it, the drinks were being poured from this contraption he just created out of his shaker).
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Turning off fucking flash on this stupid phone
Marco told me it wasn't strong, boy did he lie. I hate alcoholic drinks because they taste like magic markers at the end (yes, I've eaten magic markers before as a kid). It was good, but that aftertaste was a bitch. He told me to just drink it one shot and I wasn't one to be rude nor decline something a magician just made, so I did. I gulped it without thinking about it: down the hatch. Right when I thought things were widening, he serves me another drink:
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The Stim Pack; for the record, this tasted way fucking better. Loved it!
Not gonna lie, this was way better, a different kind of strong, but after that, I found blinking to be a new challenge tonight! Before it was remaining gentlemanly (BONER AMANDA, BONER!), now it was trying to close my eyes.
To my right, Marco was just sort of chill, not at all dazzled by what was going on: smoke coming from the vents, the flashing of lights, the projectors showing some odd video, the loud music, the amount of women. I sure as hell wish they went to my fucking school, goddamn! They were on the couches, on the counters, on my right, this guy was getting his parts polished by the smoothest ass I've ever seen. She knew how to move that body and if I owned a car, I'd pave a road over those buttock hills and drive along, smoothest toosh I've ever seen. A couple of nerds were dancing alone, no shame in calling that out. We had farmer Jon in sweatpants and just rocking out and we had someone in what could only be described as Yertle the Turtle's day at New York City's uptown stores: Green grass polo, tanned as sand traps pants and a match leather cow belt to keep his shirt tucked and his waist in check. He danced alone too, but I gave him the mental thumbs-up in acceptance!
Marco invited some nice young dame to give me a tube filled with I don't know what liquid. I'm usually skeptical when it comes to inhaling things I don't recognize, but she went first and Marco's eager face to see me imitate had me break down under the pressure and gulp it. Fucking strong vial of something, I'll tell you what.
The sexual musk was heavy, just straight-up crazy. We walked around the dance floor some more
before heading back in and watching the rest of the matches. The games just felt even more intense and wild, maybe it was the drinks but then everything started becoming fucking vibrant and clear and I'm wide fucking awake. Everything just seemed funny and awesome and kick-ass and MMA AND MVP were just being sick sick sick. I just wanted to go ape-shit!
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The only image, though blurred, of the infamous night!
And that was the night. All ended well and as we left, this girl gets introduced to Marco as the manager of the Club 1234. She spastically suddenly falls in love with him and is just instantly anxious to know him better. With his cap backwards, he gives her a quick handshake, a mirrored idra shrug of "okay" and he walks off but not before making sure I was good to go in my direction.
I'm still unsure why he turned her down. I'm not one to be superficial, but she was just bluntly "hot". Smooth skin, tight sexually inviting black dress and breasts only comparable to baneling on steroids. Normally I don't comment on breasts and behind, but it was very hard to miss those breasts as they could barely be tucked in her dress for the family trip at Club 1234!
How to find Club 1234 in Montreal
This little nerd, still awake at 5:43 (I started writing this at 3:45 or so) will probably never forget this experience. It was insane and I wish I had a fucking camera to take proper pictures because this was one hell of an adventure.
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Cheers to Artosis & Tasteless! Nothing beats you guys!
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