Okay, family, I’ve been home from Iceland for a week, so I figured it was about that time to do my Fanfest wrap-up. No, I don’t mean that thing that everyone else already did where they talked about neat features, new expansions and weird video games that you strap to your face. That’s all kinds of played out by now. Besides, I’m not that kind of blogger, y’all know that. If I’m not talking about me, I’m pretty silent.
. . . Well, it’s true! At least I admit it.
This is just a collection of things I experienced and my feelings about them. Enjoy!
The #tweetfleet Meet- Every time I met someone from Twitter, I got all giddy. The feeling you get when you can accurately match a face to a Twitter handle is nice. There was much hugging and drinking going on Wednesday night. However, the Celtic Cross was full to bursting, uncomfortably so. Oh, and I got called an attention whore– twice. That puts a damper on things.
Breakfast at The Laundromat- Is it my favorite food in Iceland? Not even close. But the portions are large and the coffee is strong, giving this eatery a place on my good list.
Eve Roundtables- These would have been in the awesome category . . . if there was more room. Most of the sessions were full beyooooooooooooond capacity, some of them being held in main traffic areas to accommodate the expanded nerd population. CCP has already outgrown the Harpa, which means they need to find a new venue. I’m thinking in Florida . . .
Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur- This translates to “The Best Hotdogs in Town”. When our friend Aaron praised these hotdogs for a full five minutes, dear, sweet Bagehi and I decided to try them. They are good. Different but, my God, I have no idea what all the fuss us about. The bacon-wrapped hotdogs at the grocery around the corner excited me more. That’s what I get for trusting a dude in Moar Tears.
The Icelandic Phalleological Museum- You’d think that a building full of cocks would have made it onto my awesome list. Alas, my stomach could barely handle the countless soft, fleshy penile specimens floating in formaldehyde. Add to that the sausage everyone ordered for brunch after the tour, and I was pretty much over it. Go once, just to say you did. Or don’t. Whatever.
Eve/Dust Keynotes- Jump animation aside, I wasn’t as impressed this year as I was last year. Maybe it’s because I don’t play Dust and there seemed to be a retarded amount of focus on it. Maybe it’s because while I think these Eve trailers are amazing as hell, I’d rather spend the time learning about the game itself. Maybe it’s because some of the people who spoke didn’t appear to really want to be talking to a group of two thousand people. Idk. I enjoyed them, regardless, they just didn’t stop my heart the way orbital bombardment did last year. Although, an Eve TV show is pretty neat-o.
The ooshirts/UPS disaster- 27 people ordered #tweetfleet shirts, which were supposed to arrive on the 22nd. As I type this, they still haven’t arrived. I documented the whole thing here.
Quafe- I can hear the protests already but Quafe is fucking disgusting. It tastes like carbonated sugar water and if you drink enough, it elevates your heart rate. I don’t even think mixing it with vodka will save it. Give me an ice-cold Appelsín any day!
Air Travel- I hate planes. With a capital-H HATE them. If given the choice, I’d sail to Iceland. Unfortunately, I live with one of those practical types of people– whose grandfather worked for Boeing– so I had to fly. This may not have been so bad if not for the two landings we had. The first? Landing in Keflavik, our pilot didn’t want to wait for the runways to be cleared, so he landed in snow and the wheels locked. We skidded for a bit. It wasn’t fun. The second? We arrived home in Orlando in the middle of a giant thunderstorm. Many grown-ass adults screamed during that landing. I’ve never been tossed from my seat before; that turbulence was fucking scary.
The Grill House- Not to be confused with The Grillmarket. This was by far the most awful meal I consumed during Fanfest. Even being surrounded by 50 of my closest PL bros didn’t make the experience better. 2/10. Never going back.
Icelandic wind- FML. We were told when we arrived that it was the first day of summer. That’s when I knew that Iceland has no idea what “seasons” are.
The Pub Crawl Without a Dev- This was bad because I cancelled it. Suffering through an astoundingly bad hangover, I decided I couldn’t drink. God bless Jeg and Xander, of Crossing Zebras fame, for feeding me little mouthfuls of vodka throughout the day, but it wore off. It wore of baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Cut to dear, sweet Bagehi and me in bed at 10:30 on a Friday night, reading books and repeatedly flipping through the same 6 channels (our hotel had 2 different Hustler channels for free, which made the flipping a little more interesting).
Creepy fanboys- I’m all for making friends and I LOVED being approached by people who knew my music, but when the front desk guy greets you with “Your friend stopped by again– twice”, there’s a problem. A big one.
Hotel 101- Sometimes, you just get lucky. Last year was not one of those times. This year, though, we stayed in the Best. Hotel. Ever. Awesome rooms, killer views, friendly staff, amazing breakfast, 24-hour saunas and Jacuzzi. Best of all? Ultra-filtered water that tasted great and smelled like– well, water.
The Not-a-Charity Dinner- This was one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. Seriously. The food was amazing, I forced Brennevin shots on people, and we had 39 people attend! Maybe we didn’t get to drink over-priced wine and hang out with devs, but it didn’t matter. We still had a blast! I truly appreciate everyone who came out and am so happy to have met all of them.
Interviews, Interviews, Interviews- I answered the same questions multiple times over a 48-hour span. Being able to get The Angel Project out there where more people can learn about it? Totally worth it. My 10 minutes with CCP Guard, CCP Rise and Chribba was the most fun you could possibly cram into 10 minutes. You know– with pants on.
The food trucks that sit outside the tourist center at 4am- There were six of them. Do yourself a favor and stop by the black one with the flames painted on it. They sell hamburgers. Order the Axl Rose. You’re welcome.
The CCP Office Tour- For some reason, I started receiving messages from CCP Explorer Sunday night and I had no idea why– at first. Imagine my surprise and delight when we got to tour CCP Headquarters, alongside my new BFF Chribba. ♥ Seeing that place and the people reminded me that while this may be just a game to me, to everyone who works there, it’s a career. It’s their lifework. You respect it more when you see them in action.
Little Bees- When Uncle SUAS pulled out a guitar and a mangled sheet of paper in the middle of the Harpa Saturday night, we were all a bit taken aback. Surprise turned to delight when we realized what was about to go down. My single favorite memory from Fanfest this year? Singing Little Bees with Suas, The Mittani, a giant pile of PL bros and anyone else who happened to stop and listen. It was magical.
That’s all for now. I’m sure that as more of the alcohol haze wears off, I’ll remember more cool things. Until then, kiddos!