All of that work, and the puck just sat there, taunting me. Half in and half out. An important play, I slid my piece across the air table and it knocked the green disc in. Score.
“ILLEGAL SHOT!” Nick yelled, holding both pieces until he’d sent a point into my dark goalpost, canceling out the desperate effort.
“We’ll take 30 bouncy balls,” he informed at the rewards desk.
I saw the movie Hero today – one of few movies I’ve wanted to catch in the theatre. From out of town, Nick and I arrived early enough to attack their game room’s Simpsons Pinball. Unlike the same game at our local pizza parlor, this one’s upper-level flippers were functioning and I was able to acquire plenty of multi-balls and replays with my single credit. It was a good game, and a spectacular film. When we got back, Nick’s twin brother agreed to come with us to an arcade.
“Come on, shoot-em-up girl, I know you like these,” Adam directed, seizing my arm and turning our single plays into team effort. We took full advantage and beat X-Men from start to finish, on 75 cents. Assigned 2 stepping buttons each, we power owned a spider stomping game and left it no choice but to dish out the tickets. A few hours later, the workers killed the power and we set out into the night with ugly stuffed toys.
The chicken I had for lunch was the best I’ve ever had. My new Kerouac CD rocks. The sky is lit with lightning. The traffic flowed, all day. Having felt stressed and cross-wired, I wasn’t surprised to find my eyes leaking in reaction to Nick’s jokes about the world. At one point in the afternoon I looked over at him as we were insulting some old movie posters… He was wiping water from his cheeks.