Before the movie, we had some time, so we played in the arcade upstairs. It was pretty fun. The hubby played his shoot 'em up. For a very relaxed and non-violent guy, he sure gets excited about virtual killin'.
He posed only for a moment before completely losing his mind in the game. He has a terminal case of serious face here.
Bang bang!
Are my sound effects helping, Honey?
The grunt I assume answered my question in the negative.
So I wandered over to my favorite game. It is sort of strange since I am a devoted cat owner to a large number of rescued kitties...
Scat Cats is a simple skee ball type, knock 'em down game. The cats are all scraggly and strange looking. Honestly, I like this game because I always win.
At the same time, the subject matter is disconcerting. My cats are my babies. I am protective of them and spoil them rotten in real life. They are very loved and very happy. I wish no harm to them, even when they upset me. I would never harm a hair on their adorable heads.
That being said, to put it into perspective, me playing this game is like someone else playing "Whack-A-Deformed-Baby" or "Silent Scope: The Nursing Home Addition". There is something fundamentally wrong with me.
But, as you see, I wins.
Here I am waving just before putting the last one down. And I'm happy about it. And proud. I don't think we have the money for the kind of professonal help I must need.
The hubby and I then moved onto our favorite arcade game. We have battled it out over many an air hockey table. We probably played air hockey from our second date on. I like air hockey because I wins.
I am going to pretend not to see the pattern there. No, this is not self reflection time! I am a very happy, healthy, well adjusted human being.
Except for the whole I wins thing. *Scoffs. Let's just continue, shall we?
Air hockey. The sport with no rules. No limits! All victories!!!!! Oooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
Sorry. What I meant to say was...
Air hockey, a fun and lively game between two rational adults in loves. Fun, fun. The husband set up a quick couple pics of us at the table. He unknowingly cropped his own head off. A sign of things to come.
We played the seemingly never-ending air hockey game. We sure got our bucks worth. Every time I charged ahead, I thought for sure the humming of the air coming through the vents in the table would go out, signifying the end of the game. But, it just kept on going.
The scoreboard didn't work, so we kept score on our own. He played better, I will admit, and sent several goals into his own side. THEREBY MAKING ME THE WINNER! BA HA HA HA! OH THE POWER OF WINNING WASHES OVER ME!!!
I mean, it was a lovely game where I had some excellent shots and so did he. And he did play better.
But you can knock the crap out of the baseball all you want, if the short stop and right fielder and second baseman keep catchin' it, you're gonna end up with a L instead of a W.
Yes, I am a bad person. Being aware of it doesn't make it any easier. It was an enjoyable time, though! As evidenced by smiles! Happy, noncompetitive smiles!
We then saw the movie The Other Guys. There were very few people in the theater. It was worthy of a packed house. I laughed so hard and so often that I started randomly hitting the hubby to let him know how funny I found it. I practically domestically abused him in a public, light-hearted setting.
With the price of seeing a movie being rather ridiculous, we've found going on our other dates is actually A LOT cheaper than seeing whatever has just come out. There are a lot of movies we've seen, or that we see the preview for, that we say to each other, "That was a Netflix movie". Rarely do we see a movie after it's out of the theater and wish we'd gone and seen it on the big screen. I can think of only two movies off the top of my head where we really felt that it would have been worth it to see on the mega screen (Sherlock Holmes and Up).
Want to know how much I enjoyed The Other Guys? It was worth the price of admission and then some. I would see it again, today, on the big screen.
Oh, and a literal, actual, 100% authentic miracle occurred.
I actually became a fan of Mark Wahlberg.
Yeah. I know. Right? Massive. I just blew your mind. I know, because I blew my own mind right there.
I also declared that we are buying this movie when it comes out (something we almost never do) and it took every fiber of my being to walk like a normal person to the car afterwards.
All I wanted to do was spread my arms out and run, slowly moving my arms and weaving, my impersonation of a bird.
Because "I AM A PEACOCK! LET ME FLY!"
Oh, Will Ferrell. And Mark Wahlberg. And a supporting cast of equally funny people. Great date! So worth seeing it in theater!
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