One of the biggest attractions of the Game Developers Conference for both the game companies and the gaming news media would have to be the parties. Despite many of us being misanthropic shut-ins most of the year, there's just something about the lure of free booze and finger foods that brings out the socialite inside all of us. Take me, for instance. Before starting to write for Kotaku I hadn't been what anyone could consider drunk for the better part of seven years. Now, thanks to the wonderful people at Telltale Games, I have a terrible headache and woke up on the bathroom floor of our hotel room this morning. I feel like crap, but I don't blame the creators of the Sam and Max episodic adventure game series. No, I blame ordering 'something blue', pictured to the right there.

It tasted of pineapple and the spite of an overworked bartender. If anyone knows what exactly this drink is, please be warned that it should be considered armed and dangerous. Do not attempt to subdue it yourself...rather call the authorities to dispose of it from a safe distance.

Telltale threw a pretty cosy little party, which included a peek at the upcoming episode 5 of Sam and Max, Reality 2.0, which looks to be a fine addition to the series' arsenal of funny. It was in a little bar tucked away in an alleyway, which is exactly the sort of place I would expect Sam and Max to show up at. Unfortunately and much to the disappointment of several people in our group, Sam and Max did not make a personal appearance.

I did actually got to shake the hand of Sam and Max creator Steve Purcell, however. It took me several minutes to realize that, unfortunately, because for some reason I lack the special eardrum bits that allow me to hear what other people are saying in bars, and the last time I had seen a picture of Purcell was, I believe, 1992. Once the realization hit me I walked over to him and rudely interrupted a conversation he was having to basically tell him that this giant drunk man was a big fan. I am sure he was impressed.

The food was a lovely mix of strange finger foods, ranging from sweet nachos of some sort to what I am relatively sure was fried squid, which falls under the 'things I would only eat while drunk' food group, tasting like battered deep-sea rubber bands to my sophisticated palate. I am proud to say that between the three Kotaku writers present and the friends we were with we probably consumed a good 25% of the food available.

The night ended relatively young, which was probably a good thing considering the fitful sleep I had afterwards, snoozing first on the bed, then on the floor between the bed and the wall, and then finally on the bathroom floor. I didn't get sick in the traditional hugging the toilet sort of way, but I am not at all right this morning, and this was just the first day. Join me tomorrow morning for the next round, if I don't end up passed out in an alley somewhere. Michael Fahey