Singapore was awesome. No seriously. Awesome enough to make unicorns puking out rainbows look like a rotund, drugged out Britney Spears trying to perform at the MTV awards. Yes the trip was that good.
It started off (after the usual out of the airport and into the city ride) with a bunch of us cranky folk forced to freshen up at the locker room of the hotel’s gym. Our generous benefactors, in all their glory, forgot to mention the need for an early check-in. And the funnily obvious thing is this, five of us managed to be ready faster than our solitary female co-worker.
After the mandatory big buffet breakfast (noodles, apricot jam, toast, salad and a bunch of other unmentionables) we made our way to the GCA which was 2 floors games, babes, more games, a lot more babes and well…you get the drift. Oh yeah and games.
The cool part was we got to meet several producers, global product managers and several other guys with fancy titles that slip my mind at this point in time. The highlight was trumping my immediate boss 4-1 in FIFA09. It’s a different story that he missed three penalties but hey, i’ll take what i can, what with being the FIFA whooping bitch at work.
Lunch was a semi-decent scene, could’ve been the feast of gods had it not been for a certain vegetarian extremist in our party who was hell bent on having a meal that was pure veg.
While this seems a relatively minor request, please keep in mind that the person in question is paranoid to the point where Stalin would seem like a hippie in comparison. So even anything that remotely smelled like non-veg (even if it was meant for carnivores) was met with utter disdain. End result: farewell any chance of sampling local cuisine, hello Pizza Hut for lunch and random Indian restaurant for dinner. The irony? i’m veg too.
This aside, my fellow game journo buddies took to the bars at the first chance which was a hoot. And i mean that in the most literal sense possible because they ended up at…
Yeah, lucky for me i didn’t get as sloshed as they did. Walking five hammered media guys back to the hotel is no mean task. What with one nearly walking into a glass wall, a second nearly apprehended for shoplifiting (he forgot to pay for his stuff at 7Eleven) and a third who kept on asking us to get his “nuts from the minibar”. On the bright side, the other two were just adamant to get us as far from the hotel as possible.
Note to self: next time, leave drunk folk at the bar rather than try to get them out. It’s safer that way. For me.
Quote of the Day:
Guy 1: So how did you find Maggie Q ?
Guys 2(mistaking the hot babe for NSF: Prostreet): It’s very nice. i play it every day.
Part II in my next post.
