Day 2: Part 1
We started out the day heading to Wal-Mart to pick up some more supplies yet again. Wal-Mart was packed. It took us thirty minutes to check out. Thirty fucking minutes for the 3-4 items we had. After the prolong wait at ?Wally World? we headed to the mall so I can look for a new fitted hat. Right a way I head towards Just Lids to get a black on black LA Dodgers hat (represent hometown). I left my discount card at home, which is pretty lame saying that I could of knock off twenty percent of the original price. We left the mall in search of some quick food and found a Jack In A Box. Eating at Jack In A Box is kind of a rare treat for Marc and I. They are only two store that we know of in Louisiana. Out of the two, the closest one near our houses is two plus hours a way. Plus eating at ?The Box? brings back childhood remembers of me living in the San Fernando Valley in Cali (Canoga Park/Woodland Hills). We eat in the parking lot then head back on the interstate. The road started to turn from decent to shitty from the city of Sulfur to Vinton, LA. Potholes and cracks filled the highway towards the border of Texas. The ride was getting boring so I figured the best way to waste time was to learn as much about my camera as possible. So I went to look for my camera bag and it was gone. My Zen Micro mp3 player was absent also. So we pull over on the emergency lane to look for my belongs and they were no where to be found. This was pretty fucking lame since I had no idea where I placed my stuff. So we headed back to Lake Charles to look for my shit and hope I didn?t leave it in the parking lot. I head back to my dorm room to find my Zen Micro and camera on the bed. I grab my shit and lock up my room and head to the parking lot. I found Marc smoking a cigarette banging some Marvin Gaye in front of the dormitory. I jump in the car and he tells me that some girl hits his car while she tries to back out of her parking spot. He looked at her and told her to just leave, pretty fucking random if you ask me. She made nice size dent on the side of the car too. After hearing that, I ran back into my room to grab a notepad to start a log.
So we attempt to head to Houston yet again (sigh). We finally leave the state of Louisiana and enter the great state of Texas. One thing about crossing into Texas. There is a sign stating, ?Beaumont 45 miles, El Paso 857.? Why would you put that on a sign? It?s as if there is nothing in between one side of Texas to another. Well IMO, technically outside of: Houston, Austin, and Dallas; Texas is just a big ass mass of no mans land desert. Back to the trip, after experiencing the horrible roads around the border of LA/TX we figured the roads would get better the further we got into Texas. Nope, they were still shitty from Orange to Beaumont, TX. Since I got my camera on hand I continued to read the manual and start setting up the camera for use. After learning the basics and some of the advance features, I went to search for a good Jazz or Oldies station on the radio. I ended up leaving it on 102.1 where they played some Luther Vandross, India Erie, Earth, Wind, & Fire.
Trip started to go pretty smooth when we left Beaumont, we didn?t see a sign of gridlock till we entered Houston on Hwy 59 South around the McGowen & Tuam Ave. exit (this is the exit you would take to get to the older Stargate). Traffic in Houston is bad. It reminded me of the 101 Freeway in Los Angeles. According to Marc, and I quote ?Houston the city where everyone rides on their brakes? I see a sea of red lights.? We finally get out of Houston and enter Sugar Land, home of Shin Kensou, and Asian Dutch people?!? We head straight towards Khary?s place to find no one home, not surprised. Marc and I head to a Shell gas station to call Khary or Kevin from a pay phone. Kevin is hella lame because he doesn?t pick up numbers he does not recognized. We eventually got into contact with Khary and found out he was already with Mike and Julio at the Galleria Mall. Khary also informed us that the Tilt Arcade just got in Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection and it was packed in there. And since Houston?s traffic is retarded on a top tier level, we told them to meet up with us at his house. Knowing how stupid the traffic is leaving the mall on a Friday night around 7-8ish , I suggested to Marc that was should drive around Sugar Land and test out my camera to kill time. We found some corporate building with a Japanese name and park there. We stretch, walked around, took some nice pictures of the scenery. Hopefully the picture come out well.
We killed about 45 minutes to an hour of time and head back to the same gas station, as before to call up Khary to get an location. They were on the way towards the house and were caught in traffic. After I hung up, I notice these two fine Asian girls in a brand new civic. I was tempted to spit some game at these females but then I though about it. I figured they would think I was trying to mug them or something to that nature. I mean small little Asian girls and me, a 6?3, 300lbs former college football player (black male BTW), rolling up to them wearing an all black Dickies work suit while one of them is pumping gas. That might look kind of bad, so I back down like a punk after thinking about that.
We head back to Khary?s house to find no one home yet again. Marc took a cigarette break and I just took some more pictures around his neighborhood. Shortly after, Mike, Julio and Khary showed up. Mike and Julio looked like they were dressed for a model photo shoot or something to that nature. So me being an asshole, I took some picture of them as if they were in a Vibe photo shoot (no homo). Khary set up the living arrangements and suggested that Marc and I sleep in the a room towards the back of the house. Everyone puts up there luggage and right away the gaming sessions start. We all started playing MvC2. Problem was we only had one Dreamcast stick and no converters for our Tekken 5 sticks. So Mike took the controller and everyone passed around the ?green goblin? (DC Stick). Out of all of us Mike won the most. Eventually later on during the night, Khary and Mike would set up Alpha 3 on Khary?s laptop. The matches were some what even, I think Khary got luck and won more matches than Mike. I didn?t pay to much attention to the matches; I was more worried about heading to Stargate. No one else seemed to care to go at the time, so Marc and I left the house in search of food and some games at ?The Gate.? I was pretty stoked about Stargate being open for the whole weekend, which is extremely rare nowadays.
While headed towards the Gate we spotted a A&W Hamburger stand off the highway. We took the nearest exit and started to look for it. This place was behind a gas station, a pretty bad location for a food service restaurant if you ask me. We find out the hamburger stand was also a Long John Silvers. I didn?t feel like eating burgers and I guess neither did Marc because we both order from the Long John Silvers side of the menu. He ordered a shrimp platter, while I order a fish and chicken platter. I also got one of A&W’s world famous Root Beer floats. While ordering, I pointed out to Marc one of the girls working in the inside of the store. She was a skinny Latina with a very cute face sporting those ?emo glasses.? We eat in the parking lot and talk about her for a hot minute. After I finished, I walked around and took a couple of pictures. Marc went inside the building to use the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom he found the girl we were talking about cleaning it due to closing time. He spit some game to her, telling her that she is cute and just talked for awhile.
We left the fast food restaurant and headed towards Stargate. Everything seemed fine till we thought we were lost. While we were lost, we notice that it seemed there was a Jack In A Box on every corner of Chimney Rock Road. Matter of fact it, was the equivalent of seeing a liquor store on every corner of South Central (South Los Angeles). We find a close gas station and called up Khary. I asked him to Mapquest our location to Stargate and we just started arguing over the directions he gave us. The pay phone kept asking for money so I got fed up and just dump an ass load of change in the phone so the phone would stop saying, ?deposit five more cent? every couple of seconds. He eventually just said just go down the road a little bit farther and we will find the road we need to turn on. We left the gas station and eventually found Gasmer Road (the street where Stargate is located). And there is was down a dark little alley, “The Gate.”
Part 2 of Day 2, To Be Continued…