You should probably just play the video while reading this post. Once you get the soundtrack going, you can start imaging a darkened meeting room filled with white boards, office chairs, a rolling TV cart, and eight of my favorite co-workers. Also, the room reeks of gyros.
Ok, got that? Now add all 6’5″ of me slighty sweaty, my tongue out, rocking the Kansas. In the dark. At work. OH hell yes.
K. Gills brought in Guitar Hero today to help celebrate the birthday triple threat (K. Gills, The Dougs, and Al, the cutest girl on earth™ all have birthdays this week). It was so much fun. It was more fun than playing with the Sister Club. Why? Because amongst my worker-friends I am the best player. I rock the ever-loving casbah. Me and Mary Katherine Gallagher (a new-old coworker who has come back to us after leaving Hell, Inc. some two years ago) looked a little like this while playing “Carry On My Wayward Son”:
We plan on playing more GH tomorrow, which is good. The big Guitar Hero party is this weekend and I need all the practice I can get. This is the party that’s been in the making for months. To enter into the GH tournament you have to dress as a famous guitarist. If I get really ambitious I’m going as Elvis (Costello that is). Though I think I might be lazy and go as Johnny Cash (I have enough black clothes) or I could totally wuss out and where my everyday clothes and just call myself Rivers Cuomo.