This weekend was a good one.
It had been a while since I’d had people over for drinks and merriment, so a party was in order. The usual setup was necessary: get booze, get more booze, get last minute booze, clean up apartment, realize non-alcoholic drinks were not purchased, frantic call friends and ask them to bring carbonated beverages.
After 2 hours of polite conversation, and many refreshing concoctions, someone decided they wanted to play Rock Band. Rather unsurprisingly many people thought this was a grand idea because we had suddenly become the best singers in the world (even though Rock Band disagreed). Several failed attempts at Weezer songs later–we were having tons of fun singing along to the songs whether or not we were on the mic. And victory shots were on order for those who managed to slur their way to the end of the song.
Since this was the first time I had thrown a “party” post graduation last May it was the first time Rock Band was at the party. We had all ODed on Rock Band earlier this year and hadn’t played it much since. It was delightful to “get the band back together” and play some more songs especially considering that I’ve kept up with downloading the weekly tracks (why did I download Super Sprode?).
In all the time that I’ve played Guitar HeroRock Band I’ve managed to become pretty good at it. I’m no DragonForce high score holding 9-year-old, but I can hang with the best of them on Expert. It’s gotten to the point that when I play at my girlfriend’s house her younger sister, who has gotten into Guitar Hero, has this combination of amazement and disgust on her face the whole time. She thinks Guitar Hero is cool, but if I like it, it can’t be cool, right?
Causing that exact look on peoples faces makes getting good at fake guitar playing slightly less embarrassing.
However, there is a dark side to getting too into the game…
I’m glad I never took it this far…
