Early Morning

I can't believe people get up so early on a Saturday. Can you believe it? They get up earlier than I usually do, considering lately my body clock has been so regular that on Saturdays I can't sleep anywhere past 8AM. Or it got lost somewhere at Edwards house amongst all the button bashing, and the screaming amazement as to why we couldn't finish off a Fifa Street game in less than an hour. I ended up getting home at like 6 in the morning! That's like nearly 24 hours awake!

Of course at 4:30 in the morning everyone's senses start to slowly fade away when they been up all night, and probably starts to get replaced with adrenaline. There were 9 of us last night munching on snacks and playing Burnout 3, Fifa Street, Halo 2, other assorted games, and messing up Ed's house (well not really, we're neat boys aren't we). First time I'd hooked up Xboxes really, and after a few minutes of explaining to those interested how I was setting up the network (read as "pretending to know what I was doing with trial and error") we were ready to go.

Burnout 3 was pretty fun as you got to pretend to drive cars at absolutely insanely high speeds and the aim was to pretty much crash your other opponents. Only 2 players could play though, so that didn't go too well. To all those game programmers out there, include more than 2 players in the racing game. Please?

And Fifa Street was hilarious because everyone was just tackling and doing crazy tricks. Yes, we really want to do that in real life, but we can't. Sorry. Keep dreamin' boys. I'm afraid we'll probably end up hurt - maybe more from attempting the tricks than tackling each other, but I think in the end it might result in more revenue from those physios.

Oh there was also some non-real poker were you didn't lose your money or your shirt or anything. They wanted to try see what it was like on that World poker championship show on Channel 10. And you've gotta be pretty lucky to win. Well mix that with some intimate knowledge, a hint of knowing body language, and a pair of steel balls if you like to bluff.

Figure 1: People losing fake money.

I lost straight away, but gambling's not for me. Why in the world would you want to bet your actual money that you actually work for when the chances are you'll lose it?! You work like hours on hours earning it, and if you're no good, you just throw it away. You know you can give me the money instead, knowing that you've made me very happy, you know :), I'll give you a hug, or something like that - which is much better than walking away from that poker table hanging your head in shame, and crazily conjuring up reasons to tell your wife why you won't be able to get her an anniversary gift.

Come on - show, me, the money! :)

Many thanks again Ed (and his lovely family) for having us over!