Dance Dance Revolution

I’ve always said, if you don’t want people to read something, don’t put it on your blog. Learned my own lesson. I’ve never been one to censor myself, regardless of who my words may affect. I’ve been Ms. Nice Guy for years, rarely do I stand up for myself or cause a fuss. At least here, I can say whatever I want, without repercussions. Or so I thought. Silly me. Moving on.

I know it’s a little late to talk about New Years eve, but what the hell? Sorry. Suck it up and pretend this was written 13 days ago.

We took the children to Dave and Buster’s for dinner and gaming. The boys played shooting games while Emily and I played the games that give you coupons. We won a lot of coupons. The little ones both walked away with a toy of their choice. I wanted the shot glasses, but no. I let them have my share so they could get something bigger.

I have to tell you about the dance guy. You know that game that has the touch pads on the floor and you have to dance and hit the ones that are lighting up? What the hell is that thing called, Dance Dance Revolution or something like that? Anywho. So there’s this guy playing the game. Picture if you will – White guy, mid to late 30’s, really tall, thin, lanky, balding, with glasses. He’s wearing a white t-shirt (not a wife beater), 70’s style gym shorts, calf-high gym socks and sneakers. But the best part? He had his own sweat towel. Yes. A sweat towel. Are you kidding me? So this guy is dancing – well, I guess you call it dancing - all over the place. He gets all of the game moves perfect every time, but he still looks like a complete dork! He took on challengers and beat them, but I think they just did it for laughs. He was there for hours. We sat down, ordered food, played games, ate food, played more games, and he was still there! Seeing him attempt to mack on two asian girls was quite the spectacle. We laughed so hard. Well, Emily didn’t, she told us we were mean. (A teenage girl with compassion for the nerds? No way!) I wonder if he attempts those nifty moves at a club? I wonder if the staff has a nick-name for him? Cuz it looks like he spends a lot of time there. When we got home, irony or ironies, the South Park episode where the boys ‘got served’ and had to form a dance group was on. They found one kid in the arcade. He was a master of the dance game. “Dance without a machine? That’s just stupid!”

So if you’re in the neighborhood, stop by Dave and Buster’s at 75 and Walnut Hill. I have a feeling that guy is still there, dancing his dorky little self to death, sweat towel in hand.

I’ve been listening to Mitch Hedberg’s “Strategic Grill Locations” in the car. He recorded it at the Laff Stop in Houston (which is where I started doing comedy). Man, was he wasted. But still funny. What a loss.