Thursday, August 19, 2004

There's something about going to an arcade as an adult that brings back all of those marvelous childhood feelings. Just letting loose, not worrying about what you look like as you get into the competition of you against technology ...

I'm sorry, I have to go off on a tangent for a second. This chair that I'm sitting in sucks. We have this cheap desk chair that you have to spin either clockwise or counter-clockwise to make it sit higher or lower. I'm not sure what my husband does during the day, spinning around like some top out of control, but this chair is about 4 feet off the ground. My hands can barely touch the keyboard. Of course, that could be because I have short Tyranasaurus Rex arms, but still. If I sit all the way back in the chair, my feet dangle. Yes, I know he's nearly a foot taller than I am, but the chair is so high, I can't fit my legs under the desk! But it will take me forever to spin this thing to get it lower, plus, in my pregnancy state, it's best not to get too dizzy. So I'll carry on ...

Anyway, yesterday at work, we had a "thank-you" lunch for a group of us who volunteered to work on a Saturday for a big event we had a few weeks ago. The lunch took place at Dave and Buster's, an ingenious, although very expensive, invention to bring childsplay back into our adult lives. So we had our lunch, and made our way back to the arcade for some quick games before we went back to work.

I think most of us in our real lives are pretty conscious of the way we look to others. While we may cut loose with our friends, we certainly don't want to look foolish in front of others. What am I saying, I'm not like that at all, but I do have my limits. I won't break out my old moonwalk and break dancing moves for just anyone! But at this arcade, you just don't think about it. My friend, who is known for wearing dainty stilleto heels and girlie skirts, donned some boxing gloves and went round for round with some pretty scary dudes in a boxing game. She did OK. Came in 71st out of the 80 people who played that day!

I killed the rest of my department at the basketball hoops, scoring a 48 compared to their 25, 24 and 16 scores. I'm sure I looked like I had one of the basketballs hidden under my shirt. Again, confirming my point about not caring what you look like. How often do you see a six-month pregnant woman shooting hoops? Even more unusual, was the sight of us on the snowmobiles, racing each other in courses with such names as the Chernobyl Extreme! I don't think I've seen a pregnant woman on a snowmobile either. But it was pretty fun I have to say. Not that I knew what I was doing. I just pressed on the gas as far as it would go and did my best, slamming into walls and flying over cliffs in the process.

We went back to work in high spirits. But then it was back to the daily grind. How I miss those younger days, when we'd play Pac-Man and Space Invaders after school at the arcade. I was never very good then, either, but I had a fun time playing.