- Why does it feel like you need a shower upon leaving an arcade? I mean, the dim lighting doesn't theoretically make it dirtier than any other public place, right? It's the same with bowling alleys. There just appears to be more germs everywhere.
- We learned that the kiddie carousel in the middle of the arcade was the best value for your token (and probably the only truly age-appropriate thing for a toddler)--a full four minutes compared to the 3 nano-seconds most of the other games lasted.
- Luke has a killer arm for skee-ball, but no aim. The plexi-glass guard screens were made for kids like him. Too bad they don't have them between the skee-ball lanes to protect the poor people next to us.
- ALL men, no matter how mature/responsible/wonderful, revert to 10 year-olds upon entering an arcade. I watched my husband kick a soccer ball at full-strength into a fake goal, whack some swimming ducks, swing fake bees into a honey pot and drive a Star Wars vehicle all in the name of "showing the boys how to do it."
- For $10 worth of tokens, you will earn enough tickets to purchase: 2 tootsie rolls, 2 plastic frogs, 2 gummi ninjas & 1 plastic parachute army guy. Oh, and the days of carefully counting your folded up ticket wads at the prize counter are gone. They now have counter machines that you feed your tickets into and receive a little white receipt. Where's the fun in that? Apparently it is a lot of fun for Ethan who thought this was the final game of the evening.
- There are two types of boys who swarm all over an arcade: the loners who play the same rifle practice shooting game over and over, or the packs who move from thing to thing bragging about their gaming skills and making bets about how many tickets they will score. The realization hit me that someday my baby-faced cuties will morph into these pimply-faced pre-teens who will not want to be caught dead with their MOM following them around the arcade at Boomers. WHAAAA!
Have a great weekend everyone!
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