MinJungKim.com Braindump v 6.0 Gah. I’m still doing this?

So going to Hell.

Last night I had a gamers/gourmands dinner party at my home.
No pix. Because really, who would suspect that you’d want pictures of people dorking out, playing video games, talking about gaming culture, and eating.

All I can say is *dayam*. We started off the evening with a moment of silence and the universally recognized prayer for gamers everywhere.

“Up Up, Down Down, Left Right, Left Right, B A, Select, Start”
(thanks to Ken for prompting us on this, as I’d forgotten it)

Who else showed up from the online front? Jane, Monte, Ernie, Casey, Kevin, Wendy, With an H bitch. A healthy mix of non-onliners as well and great game folks. Thanks all for coming!

There was next to nothing left in unconsumed foodstuffs by the end of the evening. I think I’m getting better at planning these things and calculating % RSVP guest flakitude to the cosine of % un-rsvpe’d party crashers over % differential of housemate/party guest last minute invited peeps.

While talking with Kev, Ernie, Wendy, and Casey about SXSW, we’re plotting ways to wreak havoc. Perhaps there will be further corruption of (insert universal handsign) Aaron Shwartz. Or continued capping on A-listers who feel that the term actually means something. (At some point in years past, I told Ernie *So & So A-Lister* has a funny shaped head. I mean, I just really couldn’t imagine it between my thighs. Sheesh. Not hot.) Or just creating situations where nekkidness and kissing are prone to happen. (*cough*).

For you SXSW virgins planning on attending this year, let me buy you your first shiner. I’ll be gentle. I promise. It’s a good cherry popping sxsw geeking texas time. We’ll even make sure you get to the Salt Lick for bbq.

Other highlights of the party?
Oh, can’t say. Though having the hottub/handle break in the wee hours of the morning and trudge around with towels and Bubba Hotep tee shirts under my feet to sop up the stuff, makes me laugh. What an adventure. This party was weird and surreal and funny, even by *my* standards. The reputation of my houseparties is beginning to surpass the libido of the Kissing Bandit. Wow.

And wendy? *Rawr*
No other peeps or comments from me otherwise.

Though I will note that someone has taken the liberty of writing on my Month calendar (where I’m supposed to be tracking my situps/crunches and such)

1/17: Host Naked Hottub Party
1/18: Break Hottub in wee hours. Kiss Hunky Boy.

Actualy, to be honest, I can’t quite tell if the handwriting on the board says Kiss Hunky boy or kiss Honky boy. Not that it’s a mutually exclusive statement by anymeans. I’m just saying.

*giggle*

All I can say is, “All hail the power of the mighty Monk’s Juice!”

And …well… “To Her!”

Really, though… Smashing party, MJ. You rock.

God I loved Contra / Konami. You really are a dork. This weekend, a friend of mine had a cool “house”-warming party with three DJs, Foosball, and an Atari 2600*. It was awesome. Except for the puking. Sounds similar to yours actually… water wouldn’t drain and the roto-rooter man came, then it was all good.

-Z

*It was loads o’ fun. This girl was totally sick at Kaboom! and wouldn’t get off the machine, and it felt so good to blow on the cartridges to make them work. Very nostalgic.

We must have left at either just the right time or just the wrong time, depending. Thanks again for hosting a fun shindig. I may take you up on the Shiner offer.

I am so sorry I couldn’t attend… sounds like you all had fun! I guess I’m one of the flakes.

You better have another one of these. So sad I had to miss out.

I wish I could go to SXSW this year, sadly I’m stuck on this island down under.

No, I didn’t go home and find SSX Tricky on Half.com for 13$ and buy it. I swear I didn’t.

If I come to the Salt Lick this year, will you come to Kevin’s annual dinner at The Castle Hill Cafe where the Universal Hand Sign was invented?

i bathe in poo

Yeesh. Sounds like I missed a helluva house party.