Today, Emily is my blogging co-host. Say hello to all the lovely interwebs people, Emily!
I’m sitting next to Alexandra, eating the delicious soy-jerky that she kindly brought back from LA for me. Mmmmmmmm soy jerky.
For the record, I think soy jerky is gross. It tastes like salt and smells like vegemite.
I disagree.
Anyhow, whatever. Tonight we learned that the best time to play video games is when one is in the depths of despair. In such a context, the simple fun of Mario Party 64 can become a heartbreaking medititation on life, loss, death and violence.
She creatively christened it “Despario Party”, one minute raging against the cruel star-stealing actions of her fellow mario-partiers, and the next rejoicing in her successes!
Please note that said successes were few and far between. Although I was pretty good at that one game with the hammer (hitting things is therapeutic) and the skateboarding one. Which is pretty funny, if you’ve ever seen me on a skateboard in real life. (Said scene would involve much falling over.)
In conclusion, here is the lesson that Despario Party taught us tonight:
All your dreams are dead. And the world is probably a vampire.