I forgot that I already posted today about Guitar Hero, so this is like double-plus bonus points. Actually I intended for the Guitar Hero to go over there —–>
But I was getting so hopped up on the sound of Welcome to the Jungle pouring forth from the conference rooms that I was kind of in a hurry and forgot to recite the secret incantation that makes things magically appear over there.
Earlier this week (and I guess I mean, oh, yesterday) I was sitting at my desk listening to I Just Want the Girl in the Blue Dress to Keep on Dancing (I am in love with this song. IN LOVE. I’ve listened to it more than 20 times in the past week) and making comments on Johnny the Greek’s story. I had to pause for a moment because I realized god, I really love doing that kind of stuff. Listening to good music and reading/writing — fuck man life does not get any better (because having an orgasm would just get in the way).
But then I realized that what really makes me happy is kicking geek ass at Guitar Hero. Granted, I was not undefeated, but for being the only marketing person and the only girl to play against the code monkeys, I sure as hell represented.
At one point one of them (I don’t know who because the room was dark and my eyes were glued on my four-foot high, blue-haired doppelganger projected on the boardroom wall) asked me where I thought I was.
I kind of grinned. “In my mind I’m playing the main stage at First Ave.”
Apparently when most of the geeks play they just sit in a chair and lean back. Me, I march up and down in front of the screen, sing, lick my lips, and do a lot of hip thrusty gyrations. It’s weird.
I thought I’d be more self-conscious and control my stage presence. Being with a bunch of people I don’t know all that well makes me shy. But, I learned, by their laughter and their “watch her” murmurs that despite my inherent shyness, I was playing in front of and with a bunch of people I hardly know, the rock cannot be contained.