A few nights ago I was overwhelmed with a feeling of déjà vu.
I had the rare chance to relive a bit of my teens. One of the VERY fun parts of that era. It was something that the hubby and I used to do for hours and hours and hours.. Until we were drenched in sweat…. our bodies aching from exertion.. bruises already forming from banging our bodies against unforgiving surfaces.
I am of course talking about air hockey. 🙂
What, were you thinking something else??? 🙂
The hubby and I were just friends back then. But VERY competitive in our air hockey. He worked part time at an arcade so we could play as much as we wanted and often did. And it wasn’t your regular old air hockey, but the glow-in-the-dark variety. Occasionally crowds would gather to watch the competition going on.
Did I mention I was extremely competitive?
Once we had a “winner stays” battle going on and a line of challengers for a few hours. I think I managed to remain playing for almost two hours before I either took a break (because the entire right side of my body was bruised from reaching for the puck) or was finally defeated. It’s been too many years to recall. But the thrill of such a long victory remains.
I love air hockey.
Unfortunately where we used to play closed years ago, before we moved out of state. Playing more than a few games is so ridiculously expensive it’s just not an option to have the hour long battles of old. And that was before we had two little ones. There is no way they can even watch us play (even if they found it fascinating) because at our puck speed, it tends to go flying across the room, destroying anything in its path. Okay, not destroying so much as scaring the pants off of, but you get the point. NOT a good idea with a three year old and a (as of today) ten month old.
We’ve played a few times over the years, but the place we live by charges $1.50 PER GAME so if we play more than a few it’s gets expensive quickly.
But behold summer Monday Night Madness. For $10 we can get an unlimited game card that works from 4 PM until close (which we found out is 2 AM).
Now THAT is deal! (shameless Monday Night Madness plug over)
The wheels were set in motion. A phone call was placed to Bobbi, begging for her baby-sitting services once the kids were in bed so the showdown could take place. We went early as family and used this magic card to introduce The Tackler to the wonders of simulated racing games.
He loved it! He tried every single driving game in the place. Multiple times. We had to drag him away when bedtime approached.
And then.. The kids were asleep. Bobbi was there.
It was time.
Finally, nearly ten years after our air hockey heyday, the hubby and I were able to have a true rematch. A battle of epic proportions that shall be talked about for years to come. It raged on for at least an hour and a half until our bodies screamed protests from the lack of proper preparation and training after years of minimal air hockey use.
I was victorious. I was defeated. Sometimes.
But mostly victorious.
Ahh, the sweet taste of air hockey domination. I missed you so.*
*This blog made possible by Bobbi and Mainevent’s Monday Night Madness