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: This week we were hit with a triple whammy - the climate in Chicago took an immediate leap from 'Spring in Maine' to 'Tropical Rainforest' within the matter of a day.

unitdaisy: I hate sun.

peccaui: Then the first sale unitdaisy picked out for us was a no show. Meaning we showed up a week before they planned to.

unitdaisy: The ad did not say no early birds!

peccaui: And the final obstacle; there was another huge Cubs game this week.

unitdaisy: Cubs vs. White Sox - nothing as much fun as hating the other half of the city.

peccaui: Bah - damn baseball fans just get in my way. And they all decide to drive. There are maybe a total of five free parking spots a half a mile around Wrigley Field. So, in an attempt to get away from the crowds we just started walking to the first real sale, a none-too-paltry mile away.

peccaui: ...all they had was a cat. Pussy galore? I think not.

peccaui: They did however invite us into their bedroom for some 1-on-1 time with their cd collection. I nabbed a old Pogues cd, for what it's worth.

unitdaisy: And I nabbed a rare picture of the elusive peccaui! Haha! I have stolen his soul!

peccaui: We boarded a bus to head on over to Edgewater, a bit more northwest than we usually venture where there was a nicely nested cluster of sales. Unfortunately, they were all paltry junk sales.

peccaui: And I mean junk. And the area was so convoluted and hostile that we were accosted for walking through someone's 'driveway' (which looked an awful lot like an alleyway). Yeah, you just try calling the cops on me grandma - I've stared down spoiled milk more intimidating than you.

unitdaisy: They told us not to do it again - ha! - as if we were ever coming back.

peccaui: It took us a moment to realize that these guys were actually selling, and not moving in. Well, it took unitdaisy a moment. As you can see, I was already walking to the next sale.

unitdaisy: I was enchanted by the yardness of their yard sale. It was almost like a dwelling with the walls removed.

peccaui: So, we ended up walking another mile to get back to some friendly ground. While we were pining for a car, we actually happened upon one car that we wouldn't touch with a boomstick:

unitdaisy: Apparently basic training doesn't include basic decorating.

peccaui: One of our staple thrift stores came in and slightly revived our weary spirits.

peccaui: Operation Wolf isn't something to thumb your nose at.

unitdaisy: No? ...oh, whoops.

peccaui: At one point in time, I was so tired I thought I was visited by the ghosts of Epyx past.

unitdaisy: Darnit! I didn't notice the build-your-own battery operated wooden model set when we were there.

peccaui: While we were heading up to the next sale, I spied with my little eye a man in a Half-Life t-shirt with his girlfriend wandering up to the very same sale. "Boy, wouldn't it be funny if they were scamming all of our games?! HA HA - there can't be other losers like us in Chicago!"

unitdaisy: I am thoroughly convinced noone else is this craz.. er motivated.

peccaui: No, we were wrong. Unitdaisy cornered them and found their motives. She even gave away some hints! We now have mortal enemies, someone that will keep us on our toes each week - with an ever-persistant worry that they'll nab my Turbo Graphix 16! Damn them!

unitdaisy: He didn't consider it the least bit odd that I wanted to take a picture of his t-shirt. Nice couple, pleasant, friendly - but if they are one day standing between me and a vectrex of my own - I will show no mercy.

peccaui: We dragged our weary selves across the pavement to the next sale, having to listen to unitdaisy's whining the entire way.

unitdaisy: I was not whining, but I was in pain. Sun = evil.

peccaui: If John Waters wasn't involved with this, I don't give a rat's ass.

unitdaisy: Look - it's a flea market!

peccaui: Boy, and people tell me I have baggage.

peccaui: And with that we threw in our sweat soaked towel and schluffed our sunburnt bodies home, right by all the Cubs fans heading out after the game. June proved to be a washup, let's hope that July treats us a bit more favorably.

Find of the Week: Unitdaisy found this at a thrift store. It was too costly, but it's mocking visage sums up my feelings about this week.

unitdaisy: Cymbal-monkey, we could have been happy together...

Lesson of the Week: Don't bother looking for games in Edgewater. Just don't bother. It's not worth it.