Like many great plans, it started as a throw-away comment, about a game of Pac-Man played with golf carts. A look was exchanged, and then Stacie and I went into insane-evil-cackling-plan-mode. A visit to Wal-Mart got us some fabric, while a stop at Toys 'r' Us saw us buying chalk. An hour later, we walked into the Spotted Dog as Pac-Man and Inky. After harassing the customers and making sure that all Laura's co-workers knew that she had weird friends, we rushed off to the UNC campus, for the next stage. Drawing a Pac-Man grid around the Polk Place quad. This would have worked out so much better if we had remembered the sprinklers. When we came back with Laura an hour or so later, we were confronted with the sight of water washing our lovingly-constructed play area away. But we were undaunted. For the next morning, we woke up, gathered our things, and headed to campus. Laura, Stacie, and I played the various parts, with Laura and myself being ghosts and Stacie taking on the role of Pac-Man. As you might imagine, we got a few odd looks. Then people came up to us and asked us what rules we were using (including a distressed girl who was worried when one of us tagged Pac-Man, causing Stacie to play dead for a moment or two). It was, obviously, a lot of fun. But we needed something more, something to replace the grid. So we headed off to Lenoir, pinched a bunch of chopsticks, and used them to mark out a new grid. By this time, Naomi had also arrived, and volunteered to film us while we went about our business. The later performance was even better, with people making the arcade noises, yelling out encouragement, and yes, even warning Pac-Man about oncoming ghosts. There was also a cry of "where's the pink ghost?" Well, we couldn't let that pass, so we headed over to the girl who shouted that, and handed over the pink costume to her, and a purple one to her friend. In the end, she decided that she'd rather be Pac-Man, and thus, we had a complete, five-person game of Pac-Man on the UNC campus. A result. This led to a celebratory lunch back at Laura's, and after watching Goodnight, and Good Luck, Stacie and I picked up Rachel for a night of reasonably cheap drinking, compressed into about two hours. During which time, the three of us put on the Pac-Man costumes, riding the UNC P2P bus and scaring the hell out of anybody who got on. We have plans. Washington D.C. has been mooted for next April. Muahahahaha.