Awesome Things: the Revival

Yesterday marked my second journey with fellow nerdfighters. And this time, no, we did not get lost in the city.

Since our last meeting, another of my friends in real life (because nerdfighteria is a fictional species on a figurative island?) joined YourPants: the fantastic Sarah. Luckily, her mother was willing to drive the Asian (whose name shall now be disclosed because it has gotten annoying referring to her as Asian--Tiffany) and me. Without her as transport I'm fairly certain that we would have spent more time reaching our destinations than was necessary. We clearly don't know our way around the city.

So, with the help of a Sarah's mom we reached Strong Museum in decent time. We were, alas, a bit late as Tiffany chose to first go to the bank and delay our departure. Nevertheless, around noon we were reunited with Kate and Charlotte, and I got to meet a fantastic creature by the name of Alex.

I have recently found that my social awkwardness and wariness of strangers does not apply to nerdfighters. Surely, if we're all equally made of awesome, there is no danger among us.

The weekend is Star War themed at the Museum, and so we were surrounded by (rather lanky) costumed employees and R2-D2. As nerds, we couldn't help but be excited. (I really want to waste a decent amount of my life watching a great deal of Star Wars now. . .)

We somehow managed to lose Kate almost as soon as we began exploring and had to backtrack and spend a bit of time relocating her. Shortly afterward Tiff and I came across a friend who works there (causing the dwindling of her sanity and possibly leading her to a homicidal life) and spent some time talking to her. Unfortunately, as Kate and Charlotte had to leave early, that meant that we did not get to spend a wondrous amount of time with them. Alas, we continued our adventure.

We each attempted to bowl on the newly obtained Kinect. I failed miserably and Sarah showed off with a strike. Then spent time falling in the tilted house and looking either taller or shorter in the disproportionate one.

After playing with slinkies, growing aggravated with a touch-screen that didn't listen to us, and creating DFTBA out of leggos and alphabet blocks, we settled down for lunch. There we decided that we were all impatient people, unwilling to wait in line, which was why we all got Taco Bell. Sarah proved that only she could first mock someone and then get him to do something for her. (Or perhaps Alex is just far too nice a person.) It was also established that we were each our own entity.

We wasted a bit of time in the rather small and crowded gift shop before we could no longer resist the urge to play video games. Tiff was bitter because she had to wait for all the kids before playing Tron. I played a bit of Pacmen, and then we fought fictional world suck on the X-Men game.

Alas, time was dwindling. Alex had a bus to catch to get back on campus. Since we'd unwittingly led him to destroy his phone in the tilted house, we used Tiff's pretentious technology to find the bus stop and then set out to walk him there. We designated ourselves his protection party. (A good thing, too, for one man clearly stated that he wouldn't run over "pretty girls." Had we not been there, Alex surely would have perished.)

After parting from Alex, the three of us somehow successfully managed to retrace our steps without getting lost. I became the protection amongst us with my lovely whistle hanging around my neck. (Unfortunately, there is scarcely an opportunity to use it. People stare at you oddly if you just start blowing a whistle.)

We still had a little while before our ride arrived, so we spent our remaining coins defeating evils on X-Men.

This day of awesomeness shall, of course, go down in nerdfighter history.

And, in closing, the socially awkward introvert slept for twelve hours.

Wishing you well,
M. D. Koch

(Also, while being surrounded by children in Strong Museum makes it all the more alluring, it's apparently bad to say "pedophile" around children and their parents. . .)