Last Thursday night, I participated in a Rock Band tournament at the Brattle Theater, sponsored by Harmonix (the folks who make Rock Band) and Improv Boston.
For those of you who are wondering exactly what Rock Band is (besides a state of mind, of course), it’s a video game. You can play it individually or as a full “band.” Each person in the band plays a different “instrument” and somebody sings. It’s a big hit at most of our parties.
I’m going to cut to the chase and tell you that my “band” won third place and that I was crowned “Queen of the Night.” I am now the proud owner of more Rock Band branded paraphernalia than I ever dreamed was possible. T-shirts, PJs, boxer shorts, patches, a messenger bag, drum sticks. The list goes on and on. If only there was some way that I could sell it for three thousand dollars.
My band performed an extremely, errr, spirited version of Total Eclipse of the Heart. The judges said that I embodied Bonnie Tyler and that my performance was clearly fueled by booze and cough syrup.
We’ll just go ahead and pretend that I wasn’t completely sober at the time.
(It must have been all of the shouting).
(And the wig).
(And the fist pumping).
(And the crazy eyes).
Rock Band night in and of itself was pretty amazing. Picture an entire movie theater full of nerds. Now picture them in costume. Now picture them singing.
(Keep in mind that there are about 20 guys for every woman in the audience).
I must admit, these were my people.
The panel of judges didn’t take score or difficulty level into account. No, they were judging based on sheer entertainment factor. I suppose this means that I’m entertaining? They also had a slew of creative insults for all of the entrants. And people were buying them beers all night long. Picture a panel of American Idol judges comprised entirely of Simons, where they’re all as fucked up as Paula. Or something like that.
(I don’t really watch reality shows).
I also sang “Date with the Night.” While wearing a unicorn costume. Because that’s just how I roll.
I’m trying to think of clever and witty things to say, but my brain is currently addled by bad weather and daylight savings time.
And, really, the pictures speak for themselves.
More photos here.
I am so bad about coming over from my reader to leave comments, but honest to God this entry killed me. The unicorn costume is just so much effing winning. Your stance and one rockin’ finger in the air is just so badass.
Thanks, Kate! The unicorn costume belongs to Improv Boston, but I think I might need to get one for myself. :p
I’ve never even played Rock Band ever! And I NEED that unicorn costume. Seriously.
“Date With the Night” seems to bring out the awesome in people and congrats on winning a Queenship! Are you Boston local, or from out-of-town? Would love to team up next time…
I can’t seem to find it online. But I did find this, and it’s terrifying. http://www.etsy.com/listing/66310748/purple-my-little-pony-unicorn-horn-and
I’m a local, born and raised! I knew some people who were in town for PAX, but they won’t be here for future nights. I would totally team up.
Sweet! Sounds like winning is in our future.
…and wow, that’s some My Little Pony wig. o_O
It’s…. disturbing. To say the least.
You absolutely need that wig.
It would kick the pink, stripper-smelling wig’s ass!
And the unicorn costume photo is epic.
But what if that wig smells like a stripper? I need to think about this.