Back in the day when Chicago didn't resemble the arctic tundra, unitdaisy and I were so inspired by drunkgamers.com's garagesaling adventures that we went out about Chicago, scrounging for games. Often we returned home empty handed to post our experiences in the Drunkgamer's Message Forum. However, there were a few times we were lazy and never quite got around to posting them.

Oh, and for those unfamiliar with the term garagesaling it's simple: you wake up far too early in the morning on the weekend and go out to garage sales looking for something (preferably videogame related) while wishing you were still in bed. You can picture for yourself what drunksaling is. Or just see below.

peccaui: Ah yes, the first chi-drunksaling of the year. Sort of. See, it goes like this:

Session Start (AIM - peccaui:unitdaisy): Fri May 09 19:10:57 2003
[19:11] unitdaisy: bring your umbrella tomorrow
[19:11] peccaui: It's going to rain?
[19:12] unitdaisy: scattered showers
[19:12] peccaui: What happened to your umbrella?
[19:13] unitdaisy: dont ask
Session Close (unitdaisy): Fri May 09 19:14:16 2003

peccaui: Which normally isn't a problem - I don't mind the occasional sputter of water. But the next day ....

Session Start (AIM - peccaui:unitdaisy): Sat May 10 09:22:36 2003
[09:22] peccaui: Scattered thunderstorms
[09:22] unitdaisy: yeah and?
[09:23] peccaui: *shrug*
[09:23] unitdaisy: are you backing out?
[09:24] peccaui: No, just saying it'll probably end up like this:
[09:25] peccaui:

[09:26] unitdaisy: mmhm
[09:26] peccaui: I'll be over in half an hour though.
[09:27] unitdaisy: mmmh
Session Close (peccaui): Sat May 10 09:30:04 2003

peccaui: I was right to warn her. When I walked out of my apartment, Chicago looked like this:

peccaui: Shortly after unitdaisy and I boarded our bus to go to the closest cluster of sales (I refused to go very far away from home as I was utterly convinced we would be stuck in the middle of the Chicago Storm of 2003) it looked like this:

peccaui: Thank the man who created Trillian logs so I can say this: "I told you so." Nonetheless, we did make it to one thrift store before heading home where we managed to find a few bits of interest:

unitdaisy: Told you so what? That it was going to rain? I knew that, I just wasn't afraid of getting a little wet, unlike Mr. 'I'm going to melt like butter if we go!'.

peccaui: Wait, this isn't interesting.

unitdaisy: Well the chemistry set kinda is.

peccaui: unitdaisy models King's Quest I and II, classic adventures that no collection should be without.

unitdaisy: Pat, I'd like to buy the letter 'Q', please.

peccaui: Classic text adventuring from beyond the grave. It's too bad that Polyester beat them on the Scratch and Sniff front by about five years.

unitdaisy: Yeah, but when do you think DOA Volleyball scratch and sniff will come out?

peccaui: As thrilling as a Perry Mason marathon on TV Land? One can only hope.

unitdaisy: Man, he looks serious about those Mandarins, something relly bad must have happened.

peccaui: I would be elated if I didn't already have two copies of each. And those second copies were forced on me, in a rather criminal manner.

unitdaisy: Next Gen sucks. Where's my Spock RPG?

peccaui: unitdaisy was so happy to find a decent FMV game that she went into hysterics, and desperately tried to wrestle it out of a 85 year old man's hands. (Elderly not pictured)

unitdaisy: That settles it. I'm taking the pictures next week.

peccaui: They have almost as many monitors as I do!

unitdaisy: But at least they aren't hiding theirs like skeletons in the closet.

peccaui: One of these Sierra games went home with me. (Hint: Said game features a janitor)

unitdaisy: Will he clean your apartment? Cause your apartment could use a janitor.

peccaui: Well, you can't say that Segasoft doesn't have a reliable track record.

unitdaisy: I'm gonna make peccaui into a prom queen!

Find of the Week: Despite the epic flooding, we still found more quality games in one place than our usual 10+ garage sales. I'll say Space Quest III as I can't count how many hours I've put myself in Roger Wilco's sewage-soaked boots. Or maybe Leather Goddesses of Phobos. Oh, I can't decide!