We vacated Activision's fairly swanky reception and party early last night, with our destinations set on "Bethesda." Jetting from downtown Los Angeles to the Sunset Strip in mere minutes, we arrived like rockstars only to leave like geriatric mall-walkers a short hour later. However, we did witness some things we'd like to share. Check 'em out after the break.
Bethesda warped us back in time by returning us to the site of their last E3 party, the Saddle Ranch Chop House on the strip. We felt like Paris Hilton when the bouncer outside was turning away non-E3 Hollywood wannabes outside. Plus the blonde wig and short skirt we had on probably helped complete the illusion.
Inside we were greeted with buffet tables of more fried food than a Republican rally in the South. Seriously, everything was caked in ultra-thick batter. Which must have been laced with tryptophan, because after one trip of munchies, we all developed narcolepsy. We perked up a bit with cocktails served from the Saddle Ranch's buxom barmaids, and the "build your own s'mores" table provided us with much needed sugar.
However, despite the bull-riding, the karaoke, and the tunes from "DJ Nice" (what a tough sounding street name), we packed our sleepy selves back into our Joy-transport, and headed back for more blogging and miniscule amounts of shuteye. We really missed the fun signage from last year's event, and of course those Fallout 3 -- 101 shirts that we fired out of our schwag-cannon at last year's meetup. Speaking of which, get yourself to the massive schwag-off meetup we're having this year on Thursday night.
More gamerazzi party coverage later, so don't touch that URL bar.