But where were you playing bubble hockey, you ask? After correcting your wandering person-perspective, I would tell you: At Dr. K-gorium's Magic Emporium, that's where! Beck's colleague / boss at the vet clinic had a holiday party Saturday night, and hombre has a home built for entertainment - including a giant game room that is bigger than our apartment and contains about 8 pinball machines, a pool table, an air hockey table, a foosball table, the aforementioned Chexx Bubble hockey table and 5 other standard stand-up video games (including Gaunlet II, another token-sucker from my youth), not to mention the play-station three seated neatly in the corner. We also managed to do some dice-based gambling and a White Elephant gift exchange comprised entirely of 20 dollar gift certificates. (In an alternate, non-commercial universe, people argued over who had the best serial number on their twenty dollar bill). And THEN there was a tour of the tortoises, which featured a viewing of the snake-collection from which I shockingly excused myself. AND there were yummy margaritas made from their Blendertron 6000. It was almost too much to take, but it made for a very fun Saturday night.
(And I haven't even mentioned Guitar Hero, which ate up the last hour (and pretty much all of Tad's evening). The game is sweet, if you haven't played, and even Beck got her Slash on. We stuck to the "easy" setting for the majority of the evening because we are lame like that. Yeah. We strolled out after I "dusted" a little Ziggy at 11:00 - good times in the castle).
Sunday was reasonably low-key, the usual Beck naps and football outing, and I played some pickup Ultimate in some new, non-feet-destroying cleats and felt better for it. Beck had Monday off, so we took advantage of the possible late evening and went to the Carlsbad Tavern, which was awesome, especially when you consider that the last restaurant Beck picked out of a magazine had us eating with the AARP crowd. Seriously, the place was very good, Southwestern fare and a cool restaurant design taboot AND the waiter got everything right (my big concern, always). We conquered a plate of nachos, a plate of sopapillas, and in between there ate half of our meals so as to have food for dinner the following night. We followed up our dinner with some 9pm-10pm Barnes & Noble browsing, and man oh man, if Frank is sick of hearing the holiday music generally, he would have stabbed his temple with a sharp hardcover corner if he could have heard the atrocious offerings at the B & N the other night (and btw, spot on with the Seinfeldian "What's the Deal with Christmas" sentiment from Frank's most recent post). Of course, we did not exercise our right to vote with our dollars and bought stuff anyways, thereby increasing the likelihood that they'll continue to play amped up Xmas-rock for years to come. Man, with so much in the balance, we choked.
Monday was a great day as well - running, cleaning the apartment, even a little - GASP - golfing at the driving range with Beck AND Nyet! Tres exciting. We came home and watched a miserable game by the Pats that they managed to squeak out - someone has apparently disabled their cheat codes from the preceding weeks. Through the entire weekend, it should be noted, Beck has been caring for a dove that got shot with a BB. It's currently living in our study bathroom and doing quite well, though S&W are intrigued by the aroma wafting from 'neath the door. Of course, S&W are intrigued by shopping bags in the wind, so this does not indicate much of anything.
Alright, time to WALK to WORK. T-minus 11 days on the apps - I've been working on them here and there the past few days, but will likely go into full psycho panic mode shortly. Huzzah for that. In the meantime, enjoy this snippet of the Abbey Road medley, as played by ONE GUY on ONE GUITAR. Note that he mashes neither green nor red buttons throughout this attempt:
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