July 17, 1985
Gene and I came up with a setting for the new game before lunch. Ali Baba; Sinbad. It’s versatile, familiar, visually distinctive, and — in the video game field — hasn’t been done to death.
Robert, Tomi, Steve and I had dinner at Acapulco. The waitress wouldn’t believe I was 21, because my New York learner’s permit didn’t have a photo on it. “You could have written this yourself,” she said. So Steve ordered a Margarita, then pushed it across the table to me. I was on my third sip when the manager came by and whisked it away from me with a curt “Thank you.” He was so steamed, even after that, he had to come back to the table and give us a lecture.
What gets me is that they charged us for the drink.
