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Watching random cartoons supplied by Leia and Dbug leaning over from his Oric and saying "oh, Thomas the tank-engine?"... That was kinda the weirdest thing to do on a party available :)

Same party, saturday morning, Inno comes, pokes me in the shoulder, "hey" "what?" "truck's here." "oh?" "we tried to convince him to go to the hotel, but... *shows camera*" "ok."

Watching Sampi and Kelsey go in circles around the partyplace in the radio headphones listening to the LB track just to figure out stuff to do to their demo...

SirMoak poking me and pointing at a passed out Xenophobe on some forgotten sofa in the corner and waking him up with the camera flash...

Checking out Peci's 256 byte intro and wondering whats so big and then noticing a sidenote in the .nfo to turn the speakers on.

"I Hate You" revamped...

And of course, watching my demo on the bigscreen and getting the reaction of a lifetime...

What a nice party that was...

IRIS New Year Conference '92 hold in France, December 1991.
Was so damn great, have meet for the first time Moby, Audiomonster, Walt and a lot more people for the first time.
Even if I "knew" them already from RTEL...
When we arrived Anarchy members were already been kicked out of the party due excessive boozing.
I got 21th place in music compo (lol).
Had massive fun on that party :D

Any sober moment..

Dip: I kinda like the idea to write some articles for pain about some party stories but not all sceners read the pouet BBS, so I don't think it would spoil the fun to all. Just make some good articles. ;)

*bump*? ;)

tum 2002, drinking 1l of vodka with pesti/monar rec. and then watching the demo compo from horizontal position on stage. oh, those colors! bzzzzzt....
compo over. me feeling nauseous. puke-urge overcoming me. but damn, i have those 5 votekeys, people trusted me on using them! grabbin the next machine, voting in high speed, puke in my mouth at the 3rd one, nevertheless finishing, running to the toilet like a marathon star...
i don't remember anything apartthat i reached the toilet safely...:P

oh wait, BEST party memories? hm okay this was probably not the best one ... :P

NOT BEING AT BP06!

Remind me to tell a story about soldering irons, Visa Electron, whiskey and Finnish GPS software as soon as I get a desktop PC. (I need a laptop *sigh*)

That time I was drunk

I wonder why i haven't replied to this before.. Anyway, my best party memories are always the ones with a twist of surreal / not so much partying to them.. Oh and they are way too many i guess :)

TG96: My first party ever, the feeling of walking outside and hearing "music" in every noise (like, cars and trains passing by) was awesome.

KG96: Getting a free beer from an alcoholic in the train on the way to the party :)

TG99: Waiting at the prize giving certain of having to go to stage during the amiga4k compo to pick up exploders prize, rather nervous. Totally unprepared of getting 3rd place in the fast music compo with nogsf and virago.

TP99: Playing bowling with among others Nogsf, Melwyn, Poti and XXX. Our team was falling insanely behind. Melwyn hitting three strikes in a row during the last throws, which would have made us win if he hadn't overstepped the line on the very last one.

MS00: Kalms paying my trip just because i randomly asked for funding on #amigascene 2 days before the party. Taking public transport to Hamburg where Multiplex picked us up. Meeting Sixpack in the meadow telling me this party ruled, stuffing beer in my pockets telling me they wouldn't check. Going into the hall for the first time, still sceptical. Getting a random german comment from a security guy, thought "oops busted" and then figured out he was saying "you don't need to show your band, you're a girl".

MS01: Waking up sitting next to the wall in the back of the hall, with a blanket thrown over my head. taking the blanket off, still a bit unfocused, the first thing that coming into view is cheetah doing a skijumper animation

TRSAC01: Waking up in the bus on the way to Malmö, noticing everyone else has also passed out, except Slummy who looks around and starts singing about "scene life"

Scene Event02: Woken up in my tent by Ile trying to tell me I'm in his tent and can i please get out because Stil wants to sleep now. Getting totally pissed at Ile for being in my tent, kicking him out. Noticing i can't sleep anymore anyway, going out of the tent to find i'm in the dutch camp and my own tent is some 20m away.

Symphony03: Me and Xbit ordering chikenwings in sign language from our polish hotel host

Stream05: Trying out the yo-Disk with Break and everyone else

And finally...

Breakpoint06: Seeing the pc democompo with Reko, Nrg and Noid,the latter being the only reason i saw it trough, because it was so god damn funny to hear him bash all the demos.

Yeah.. that was a lot, and i have many more :(

Winning mobile demo compo at Assembly 2004. It was like a dream had finally come true.

Most of them.

me .. almost .. puking on ... break of instant ejakulation :))

killing a man during some compo at some party, leaving the body still missing four years later.

...So I arrive at Frankfurt-Hahn on Tuesday before Breakpoint in around 8 in the morning after a rather sleepy plane trip (preceded by a 30 minute taxi trip to the airport, mostly spent by explaining the demoscene to the driver... why does this always happen?), only to more or less find out that, since Truck+DDT+Zados only arrive at 19:00, I have 12 hours to pass away at the airport - the only problem is that there isn't really much to do there apart from acquiring pricy German junk food and strolling back and forth.

So I wander around, only to find this large (~20x20m) "hall" with basically nothing inside, only a couple of seats.. and of course a lot of people sleeping in sleeping bags. I quickly scan for an electricity socket and ~15 minutes later, there I am lying under a socket playing Monkey Island 1 via PocketSCUMM, and IRCing from a local free WiFi spot.

So, as hours pass, and I'm fed up with the game and sleeping, I realize it's only some 20 minutes left before the supposed arrival from Tampere, so I pack up and after ordering a box of food, I slowly wait which is planned to arrive 19:00... and is announced to arrive at 19:30, expected to arrive 19:50. An SMS from Truck says: "i dunno how but ddt got sent to back of line again so we are waiting for him flying soon". *sigh*

So the plane lands and after an additional 30 minutes the Finns (yes. Finns.) show up, and I get to know that DDT forgot his soldering iron from work in his bag and caused an understandable tension at the security check, because, well, that's one of those things you do NOT want to get carried up to the passenger compartment. That is, if you're a security dude.

So they are finally here and about to rent a car at Europcar. Reservations are all set et al. So it comes to the actual payment and DDT wants to pay with a Visa Electron... and in Germany, apparently, that's a no-no. Same goes for cash. DDT flips out and throws angry words at the teller girl, while Truck attempts to do damage control, without much success.

So we find ourselves outside in the middle of fucking nowhere, with a shitload of bags and ~100km away from our destination (Bingen). Copious amounts of "VITTU PERKELE" ensues, and after DDT exclaims that "Seems like I'm not driving today!", he opens his bottle of whiskey and juices down a considerable portion with Zados. Truck flips out and calls various people to go on IRC and call other people who know other people who MIGHT have a frikkin' car to get us to Bingen, without much success.

So, after alarming everyone who ever was in Germany about the fact that we're fucked, we figure that calling Jeenio might be a good idea - after all, he's in Frankfurt. (A fact which Truck neglected for ~10 minutes even though I was trying to point it out.) So we call AGAIN, and figure that we might as well just ask if they have a compatible card to pay our car. Jeenio decides that it's too expensive to call so he orders us on IRC. We rush in with Truck and fire up all sorts of WiFi-compatible hardware to get on IRC - only to find that the hotspot doesn't work anymore. 10 minutes of fiddling with GPRS and all that and suddenly the WiFi comes back up and everything is peachy. DDT, meanwhile, finds a group of finnish tourist students and shares various drinking material with them.

So Jeenio tells us that Neo offered to give us his credit card number so we can get a car. We head up to the Europcar desk again, to the seemingly exhausted and disturbed lady. (We're talking 10PM here.) "Excuse me. We have a credit card now, but the person in question isn't here. Is that ok?" She looks at us with all her sadness and says "Probably... but why don't you ask the other car rental next to us about your card?".
Blam.
She had a point. A good one, I might add.
The type of point we missed continously for that 120 minutes we were fucking around for and it was basically right next to us.

So we take ~4-5 steps to the AVIS desk and throw up the exhausted questions:
"Excuse me. Do you accept Visa Electron?"
"Yes."
...
And people wonder why murder rates are so high.
"Do you also have cars for, say, a week?"
"Yes!"
Oh yay, we're set!
So we drag DDT there, who is somewhat reluctant to leave his booze and newfound friends there, but he eventually fills out the papers and we're ready to pay... for which we have to first transfer the money from Truck's account to DDT's account. 5 minutes of Nokia-twiddling ensues, which mostly consists of DDT typing dualhanded on two phones, as the interface is in Finnish, and Truck has problems with that.

So the money arrives, and DDT pulls out his card, hands it over and the teller lady applies it to the reader. And again. And once again. And more. We raise our eyebrows, and she shrugs with a curious expression: "It doesn't work..." DDT isn't surprised, and explains it has happened before - but then we have to get Zados. Another transfering match follows, chucking again several euros from DDT's to Zados' account, and this time the card WORKS.
We have a car now.

So we pack up, DDT loads the german navigation system on his phone and we're off to, well, find the car... only to find that it's not really THAT easy. Especially when you cant distinguish an ordinary parking lot from a parking lot for rental cars. We head out from the airport to the frikkin' cold, and search for the car. After nearly half a km of walk and various discussions about Rush being "almost controversial, but in fact being simply just Canadian", we figure that we have to go to the VERY end of the car park, and then basically turn BACK, since that's the only way to get there.

So on the way there, Truck and I here a loud crash and an unfortunate odor creeping up immediately, just to realize that DDT dropped their whiskey bottle and it disintegrated on the sidewalk next to the parking lot. Within minutes, the whole parking lot starts to smell of alcohol. We find the car 5-10 minutes later, pack our shit in and off to... where again? And who's driving? Well DDT, of course! ... Except that both Truck and I have concerns with that. You see, there's this problem with alcohol and driving. Especially in Germany.

So after setting off from the parking lot with Truck driving, DDT starts to complain that he's hungry and he wants to drive anyway, because he understands the Finnish GPS software anyway, which, in my ears, sounded a lot like a little jester throwing various insults at the driver. ("TURN LEFT, YOU SUCK!")

So we consistently head in the wrong direction, because Truck insists that he came to Breakpoint every year that way and got lost every year that way and he'd like to do it once again, because of nostalgic reasons. We do a ceremonial turnaround and DDT complains that he's still hungry and he wants to smoke. We hesitate about smoking in a rented car, but end up figuring that it's probably not a problem, and Truck points out that if he lets DDT smoke, he prolly wont insist driving that much. I consider this a lesson in politics and take note.

So we head to BINGEN now (not crossroads where we have to turn around "because"), and stop by at a gas station combined with fooderie to satisfy our nutrition-needs. Slight linguistic conflict ensues between DDT+Truck and the waiter dude who happens to be a German guy with seemingly Asian ancestors, and an apparent lack of english knowledge. We buy some drinks, eat some, and head back to the car. We get to know from DDT that he got his license taken away (proudly) once because "he drove like Mika Häkkinen!". We also get to know in an SMS from Jeenio that the rehearsal place is pretty far from the partyplace so we head for the partyplace first. Or well, the hotel.

So we head for the hotel, and after 5 minutes of waiting in the car (and realizing how the car radio works in a bored moment of tinkering, followed by a discovery of displaying "BASS" on the LCD), Truck comes out and says that a language conflict turned up again and I need to translate (being the only person who marginally speaks German). DDT, however, comes out with a sheet of paper explaining that all the guy needed was an entry of the car's license on the table below, since that's required for parking.

So we FINALLY head for the partyplace, arrive, Truck and I get out, only to be faced with Scamp, who greets us with a warm "Hello Sir Garbagetruck and... uh... some other guy!"

Nice start, eh? :)

OMG GARGAJ IS POSSESSED BY OPTIMUS! *looks for garlic and wooden crosses*

No, I use linebreaks. :)

best thread ever :)

DDR2

* cebit 1990: meeting delta/rsi, watching cow-eyes flying over the party place... highest-sticker-competition etc.

* the party 1992... getting there for free (thanks cybersonik/alcatraz!!), watching state of the art on the bigscreen

* some mekka/symposium wrapping up in toilet paper and walking around like a mummy... pure fun!

* some rainbow party meeting howie/agnostic front and pretending to be jester/sanity. caught by the near-by disco security while peeing into the entrance area and not being beaten up

...I'm somewhere between "WHAT?" and "I dont even want to know."

priceless... It's his brain, I assume ya know the stories.
Further reading: Lection II

Ahahah....these are cool party memories,chromag!
Anyway,those were the times....