Escape from E3

Escape from E3
Wait, This Party Has A Purpose?

Dan Dormer | 23 May 2006 08:01
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It was getting late on Thursday and I was running out of time. I felt like Kiefer Sutherland's "Jack Bauer" from Fox's hit TV show, 24, checking my watch as the terrorist threat went from looming in the distance to punching me vigorously in the face. That was probably because I was hanging out near the 24: The Game kiosks located in Sony's booth. However, I still had a dire problem of my own to correct (albeit, it was nowhere near as cool as saving the country from weaponized anthrax.): It was 3:00 p.m., and I still hadn't managed to score myself a ticket to the hottest party in town. I'm sure some kids from USC were going to have a killer kegger, and the Hollywood A-listers probably had some function thrown by Diddy to attend. But we, the E3 show goers, had only one party on our list: Sony's soiree.

Why did I want to go so bad? I wasn't cruising for free booze. If that were the case, there were plenty of other places I could sneak/talk my way into for a cold one or a mixed drink. Any journalist, of age or under, can get plenty of free drinks at E3. The real reason I wanted to attend was who because of was rumored to be performing at Sony's party: the word on the street said Franz Ferdinand would be on stage, which made sense. Their song, "Take Me Out," had just been used on Sony's major PSP ad campaign. I knew I couldn't miss a chance to see a free set.

I slowly made my way to Sony's massive media relations center. I was trying to keep a low profile. Not just anyone can get an invite, and I was worried that a wary security guard would ask the wrong question and end my quest prematurely.

I had learned nothing from Metal Gear Solid, because a man in a tan shirt started staring at me right away. It wasn't that I was frightened or that Sony's PR department is made up of villainous hell-beasts, it's just that the whole process reminded me of the archaic and merciless selection for dodgeball in grade school: If you weren't one of the big guys, you could find yourself being picked dead last, or not at all. I couldn't stand that type of humiliation. I didn't want to be jumping rope by myself again. He spoke as I approached.

"Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yeah, I heard that there might be a few party invites still available, and was checking to see if that was the case." He looked me up and down. He was sizing me up like a team captain. I half expected him to hand me a round rubber ball and ask me to peg someone to see if I was a worthy selection for the squad.

"Sure, can I see a business card?" I handed him one. He gave it a quick glance, and then grabbed an envelope and presented it to me. "You're all set, Dan. See you tonight."

I had made it in.


Dinner ran late, and I ended up heading with a group over to the party a little after their official start time. They offered free shuttles, but we ended up taking a cab. Studying the contents of the envelope I had been given, it was nice to see that the invite encouraged party participants to not drink and drive. I made my way out of the cab and up to the entry. I gave the bouncer a casual nod, donned my acceptance-assuring orange wristband, and walked in.

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