Trip to Nashville (this post)
Tournament Report
Post-Tournament Report
THURSDAY
After my mom finally gave up trying to convince me NOT to drive 3100 miles to and from Nashville, IPL and I left with a truckload of snacks and, for some reason, a baby seat in the back. I had no idea what IPL was doing with a baby seat, but didn’t listen to the nagging voice in my mind that told me something was up.
FRIDAY
Despite being stuck with a flat – no, shredded – tire in Tucumcari, New Mexico at 7:30 in the morning, I wasn’t worried. I knew how to change a tire, I was just going to find the car jack and tire iron and put on the spare. No biggie. Except all I find in the truck are a wireless router and some beaten-up Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses. One phone call to IPL’s roommate later, we confirm that no, we do not have tire-replacing tools on board.
Shit.
After half an hour of trying to find our position and explain it to the operator, we finally get a guy from Quality Tire & Lube to come out and replace our shredded tire. For $200.
An hour later, we cross the Texas state line. And not ten minutes into Texas, I got pulled over by a Texas ranger who did a U-turn across a median to pursue us. I wasn’t surprised – I was going 75 in a 70 mph zone, and I had heard that Texas rangers were notorious for cracking down on even minor speeding offenders. So I thought all would go well until this happened:
IPL: This isn’t our truck.
Me: *facepalm*
IPL: It’s my roommate’s, her name is (something I forgot).
Trooper: That name isn’t what’s on the insurance.
IPL: Uh, I think that’s her mom’s name…
Trooper: …
Me: …
Trooper: Sir, please step out of the vehicle.
The trooper interrogated us separately, probably so he could determine if our stories matched up.
Me: We’re, uh, going to a video game tournament.
Trooper: What kind of video game?
No matter how comfortable I’ve gotten with being an “out-of-the-closet” Pokémon player, it’s still tough explaining to a Texas ranger that you’re driving 1500 miles to compete in a Pokémon tournament.
Anyway, it looked like we were in the clear, until the ranger looked in the back seat and said “Is that a BABY?!” Ultimately, the Texas ranger was satisfied that we were just crazy fans who were driving all the way to Nashville for a Pokémon tournament, and not entrepreneuring car thieves who ditched a baby a couple miles back. My girlfriend has an alternate theory, however:
Naturally, the baby seat was for the kid we were going to adopt when we got there.
My girlfriend’s mom has a clinic in Amarillo, so when I called her to say we were passing through she treated us to Kabuki’s – a Japanese restaurant that was delicious, if not very authentic (Filet mignon? In a Japanese restaurant?)
You can’t tell from this picture, but I was too full and tired to drive
(IPL is on the left, I'm on the right)
For those of you wondering, we took turns driving and sleeping. I had hoped to get through Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations through the trip, but I didn't even make it through the second case.
awwwww
SATURDAY
We finally got internet access at a Denny’s, so I gave FiveKRunner my number over PM, and he called us and said we could crash at his hotel. Then IPL reminded me we were still four hours from Nashville, so I didn’t get to see FiveK, chalky, and tad38 until the tournament doors opened. Once we registered, though, we got to meet mattj, doctorboyfriend, and a few others (let me know if I forgot you).
FiveK and I had time to pull off a few hijinks:
yeah, we're real mature
behind Piplup: FiveKRunner, theamericandreamer38, OmegaDonut. IPL was busy getting Ice Punch taught to his Metagross.
I also got my chance to tango with Chimchar again:
Out of all of us, only imperfectluck, chalky, latios315, and I were selected to compete. ~370 people had signed up. :(
Tournament Report
Post-Tournament Report
THURSDAY
After my mom finally gave up trying to convince me NOT to drive 3100 miles to and from Nashville, IPL and I left with a truckload of snacks and, for some reason, a baby seat in the back. I had no idea what IPL was doing with a baby seat, but didn’t listen to the nagging voice in my mind that told me something was up.
FRIDAY

Despite being stuck with a flat – no, shredded – tire in Tucumcari, New Mexico at 7:30 in the morning, I wasn’t worried. I knew how to change a tire, I was just going to find the car jack and tire iron and put on the spare. No biggie. Except all I find in the truck are a wireless router and some beaten-up Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses. One phone call to IPL’s roommate later, we confirm that no, we do not have tire-replacing tools on board.
Shit.
After half an hour of trying to find our position and explain it to the operator, we finally get a guy from Quality Tire & Lube to come out and replace our shredded tire. For $200.
An hour later, we cross the Texas state line. And not ten minutes into Texas, I got pulled over by a Texas ranger who did a U-turn across a median to pursue us. I wasn’t surprised – I was going 75 in a 70 mph zone, and I had heard that Texas rangers were notorious for cracking down on even minor speeding offenders. So I thought all would go well until this happened:
IPL: This isn’t our truck.
Me: *facepalm*
IPL: It’s my roommate’s, her name is (something I forgot).
Trooper: That name isn’t what’s on the insurance.
IPL: Uh, I think that’s her mom’s name…
Trooper: …
Me: …
Trooper: Sir, please step out of the vehicle.
The trooper interrogated us separately, probably so he could determine if our stories matched up.
Me: We’re, uh, going to a video game tournament.
Trooper: What kind of video game?
No matter how comfortable I’ve gotten with being an “out-of-the-closet” Pokémon player, it’s still tough explaining to a Texas ranger that you’re driving 1500 miles to compete in a Pokémon tournament.
Anyway, it looked like we were in the clear, until the ranger looked in the back seat and said “Is that a BABY?!” Ultimately, the Texas ranger was satisfied that we were just crazy fans who were driving all the way to Nashville for a Pokémon tournament, and not entrepreneuring car thieves who ditched a baby a couple miles back. My girlfriend has an alternate theory, however:
I think he just assumed that since you had Arizona plates you were traveling to Massachusetts to get gay married to your gay boyfriend.
Naturally, the baby seat was for the kid we were going to adopt when we got there.
My girlfriend’s mom has a clinic in Amarillo, so when I called her to say we were passing through she treated us to Kabuki’s – a Japanese restaurant that was delicious, if not very authentic (Filet mignon? In a Japanese restaurant?)
You can’t tell from this picture, but I was too full and tired to drive
(IPL is on the left, I'm on the right)

For those of you wondering, we took turns driving and sleeping. I had hoped to get through Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations through the trip, but I didn't even make it through the second case.

awwwww
SATURDAY
We finally got internet access at a Denny’s, so I gave FiveKRunner my number over PM, and he called us and said we could crash at his hotel. Then IPL reminded me we were still four hours from Nashville, so I didn’t get to see FiveK, chalky, and tad38 until the tournament doors opened. Once we registered, though, we got to meet mattj, doctorboyfriend, and a few others (let me know if I forgot you).
FiveK and I had time to pull off a few hijinks:


yeah, we're real mature

behind Piplup: FiveKRunner, theamericandreamer38, OmegaDonut. IPL was busy getting Ice Punch taught to his Metagross.
I also got my chance to tango with Chimchar again:

Out of all of us, only imperfectluck, chalky, latios315, and I were selected to compete. ~370 people had signed up. :(