I lost my PS1 drunk at the vineyard

You can roughly imagine my facial expression the morning after.

I have many happy memories of the venerable PS1, but also a very painful one. The deep love for my first, somewhat more mature console came to an abrupt end. I was instantly cured of my latent video game addiction—but the hard way, cold turkey. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but that’s pretty much how I really felt when my PlayStation 1 just got lost. Unfortunately, I can only blame myself for this.

My video game socialization might look familiar to some. We chatted with our parents until we got a Game Boy and just repeated the process for the SNES and N64. At one point I was lucky enough to be able to buy a used PS1 with tons of games from my big sister’s boyfriend. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

But enough with the good memories, we come straight to the bitter end of my PS1 phase. It happened at the time when I was about 16 years old. I had my PS1 with two controllers and the best games with a buddy. From there I wanted to go to his house with another friend so that I could gamble there in peace.

You have to know that I grew up in a really small village in a wine-growing area. So we made our way from one friend to another on foot, not particularly far, with the PS1 and the best games in our luggage. However, we didn’t get very far: we were stopped at the local bus stop by other people we knew.

As luck would have it, one thing led to another and the chance meeting has escalated into a full blown vineyard party. Maybe you already suspect that it wasn’t such a good idea to lug my most valuable possession there at the time, but oh, the youthful carelessness … In any case, we got terribly drunk at a hut in Wingert and from then on, “strangely” I can’t 100% more reliant on my memories.

Hungover, robbed and without PS1

I still remember waking up the next morning with a terrible hangover and horrified to find that my PS1 wasn’t with me. Of course not with my boyfriend either, because we never got there. However, I was pretty sure that I took the console along with my favorite games to the said vineyard party. Too bad she couldn’t be found there the day after – and of course not at the bus stop either. Believe me, I’ve searched hard!

And that’s how it happenedthat I suddenly didn’t have a PS1 anymore. It was never finally clear who adopted the device. But there is also something good about it. At least, two decades later, I can not only laugh about the matter, I can also write about it (and ultimately even make money from it). Small consolation for the David of the past, but at least: If I had known that at the time, it would certainly have eased my frustration.

If the person who grabbed my PS1 back then is reading this: Please get in touch!!