The concert was epic, and before we knew it the time for my first live Late Nite JengaJam was upon us. I say “my” first live Late Nite JengaJam, because it wasn’t quite the shows first live taping. Regardless, everyone was still nervous and the generous amount of booze that we were steadily consuming was finally starting to help us out.
Joe was kind enough to help me haul equipment, and Jack came with us on our final run. The subway was much slower and more crowded than during the day, so the trip took a little longer than normal. Also I got hit in the face by some old guy trying to ask for directions. As his errant hand accidentally smacked me, I think the native Bostonians expected me to jump his shit. I had no such inkling, as we were on a schedule and I’m not as tightly wound as these East Coast types. I gave him the death look, as moved on. We had to move and we were fast approaching our midnight start time.
We got to the Sheraton Boston Hotel, where Lauren had already secured us a corner of the lobby as well as a small crowd. As I set up, I got more and more nervous. This was really about to happen. We did a quick sound check, and we were off. It was one of the fastest and yet longest hours I can remember. We had some quality guests and some great conversation. Some of the guests we had were people that had noticed us doing our thing, and yet others were people we’d actually just met at PAX. It was amazing, and what was even more amazing was the impromptu after-party that we had right then and there. We MIGHT have been drinking a little, who knows? The point was that fun was had by all and it was a magical night.
After the party, we took down our equipment and caught a cab back to our hotel. After getting up to our room and setting down all of our stuff, we realized that we were quite hungry. It was 3am in downtown Boston, so surely something was open. Not so much, as we quickly found out. We wandered around for a good 15 minutes trying to find us a good or even decent downtown diner. Nothing. The late night pizza place we went to Friday? Closed. The 7-11? Also closed. We were bummed to say the least. So we went back to the room, did some chatroulette, using the lovely Barbara as bait, and then called it a night.
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Wait, you actually want to hear about our chatroulette session? Really? Well first off, there are lots of penises. I hear that they’re looking to fix this, but for now there are LOTS of penises. Every once in a while you’ll see someone and chat, and occasionally you’ll even talk to a pretty girl. Well we had our own pretty girl and we aimed to misbehave a little. The gag went something like this. Barb would smile and wave our new chat partner, assuming they were not showing us their junk. Barb would ask if they wanted to see some boobs, and when she got a YES and acted as if she would flash the camera, the rest of us who were hiding off camera would hop into view. John even took it upon himself to provide some man-chest flashing. Surprisingly, most of our marks ended up finding our gag funny, which was incredibly cool.
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