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In the warm Saturday afterglow, I'm fairly confident I just had the funnest Friday night ever. Want the run down?

Friday at work sucked a lot. A LOT. Checks, trying to catch up on school stuff, trying to find lost checks, just busy-busy. And then on top of all that, Boss Man asks me to transcribe and copy edit his daughters homework. Which I can tell you, when you're typing up and editing the homework of a fifth grader, you feel like human scum. Thinking to myself, I am so talentless, I'm only good enough to do his kid's homework.

Course, I know that's not true, but still felt like crap.

Anyway, when 4:30 finally rolled around and I had finished my goodbyes to the M.T., Matt and I left, with no real goal in mind. Only a vague idea that we should do something that requires us to compete. While we mulled ideas around, I drove around (finding all the finest traffic in downtown Phoenix, I assure you) in search of a sno-cone place that sells BLUE RASPBERRY sno-cones. (This is important, because the first place I stopped didn't have it. And sno-cones only come in blue, as far as I'm concerned.) With my sno-cone goal achieved, we decided to play mini-golf at Castles and Coasters.

I was the red ball. Yes, that's important to note, because it factors into my mini-golf strategy. First, I tuck my hair behind my ears so I can see, long enough to get a general direction to hit the ball in. I make some pretense of lining up my shot. Then I whacked it. Hard. I over-shoot every hole. Frequently, it bounces off the course. Once last night, I hit it hard enough to go down the course, bounce back, past me, and roll into the water. Another time, I hit it past the course I was working on, into the putting range of the next course over, decided to just play the ball where it lay, wound up and hit it as hard as I could, and it bounced off a cement border and hit me in the shin. It hurt.

Now, the red ball is important to note, because red things are naturally faster. Red cars, for example, drive faster. This I know to be true.

Matt's strategy is almost the opposite. He had the white ball, and as far as I can tell, he actually LINES stuff up, plots it out, then hits the ball gently. Usually under shoots it, which causes difficulty for him when it comes time to put it in. He even got a hole in one, the lucky bastard.

I'm not going to say he's better than me at mini-golf. I still maintain the game is flawed because it doesn't allow points for creativity. (Cause I gots LOADS of creativity. And flair) But Matt won. By a lot. Like, 25 to 46 or something.

By this time, my mood has been upgraded to "fully and completely happy" status. We headed inside, and were tempted into playing arcade games for a while. Good times, let me tell you what.

We played air hockey, too. And I freaking love air hockey. Course, not as much as Rachel does- she's passionate about it. And our air hockey games are so intense, it almost causes those passing by to collapse with the stress of it all. Matt's decent, but nowhere near as good as Rachel. So he was defeated handily.

I miss playing with Rachel. (If you're reading this, btw, we should go out for an air hockey and pool night). The games are so VIOLENT when we play! We're both really aggressive, so usually, three or four times in a game, we've hit the puck so hard it flies off the table. And I know we've gotten pinches and bruises from hands and fingers being in the way. Good times.

So, back to it. Air hockey, and some shooting game, Street Fighter (where I didn't realize until after the fact that Matt let me win the second round as per arcade etiquette, that punk. I thought I was doing okay, until he just killed me in the third round and the realization of my own domination became clear), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I'm Rafael, btw. Sai pimp!) and X-Men and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in Time! We even beat X-Men, which was cool, because I've never finished an arcade game. And I can't count TMNT in Time, because I owned and adored that game on my SNES as a kid.

Quick highlights for the rest of the night: decided on Macayos for dinner, so I drove towards downtown. On Thomas and third ave, I passed a sign that said, "Sacks". It took me about two seconds to remember that that was a place Mummy Robins had mentioned Thursday night, so I whipped around into a parking lot, then cut across on the wrong side of the street to get to it. Closed, obviously, it was about 9:30, but it still felt good because I'd FOUND this place she'd mentioned, without actually having thought about it. Or googling it. Proud :) Course, I'm pretty sure I scared the hell out of Waffles, by driving on the wrong side of the road. He does a little silent scream thing, like Esther does. Instead of a quiet, "ahhhhh....." it's "ummmm..., babe?" (Like he's pointing out something I couldn't possibly know I was doing) followed by gripping the door or roof in silent terror.

So, dinner. Which took forever. But I was still happy, cause I was really craving some spinach enchiladas. And apparently I haven't had my Cassie time, because she's the only one that will eat there anymore. Specially after that whole glass incident...

And, back at Matt's, there were videogames. Super Mario Bros on our DS's, which was fun. Way fun. Waaaaaay fun. Actually, in retrospect, the key to fun with us is competing at stuff. Because talking trash is fun. But we played this one silly little game where you go collect huge stars. First one to five wins. You can pick them up whenever they appear on your level, or you can attack the other player and steal theres. So, guess which strategy I went with? Yeah. I won a few games by messing around until Matt had collected four stars, then I tried my hardest to steal all of his. Cause I am a biyatch. :D

Anyway, after losing to me so many times, Matt wanted to play Mario Kart. We raced for a bit, and I sucked at it (cause I was sleepy, thank you very much). Then we tried the non-race games, where you attack other players to steal balloons. But like I said, I was tired as all get out by that point, and I kept getting killed very early in the match, so after two rounds, I started driving off the edge (Shy Guy, commiting suicide. Who knew?) and falling asleep on Matt while he figured out how to play. It went like this:

(Game starts. Ready, set, go! Ding!)
Me: "Yay!" (Throws the car in reverse, drives right off the edge of this space level) "Oh, damn." (Puts the DS down, watches the Matt's screen.) "I died again."
Matt: "It's okay. I'm still trying to figure out how to..."
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
GAME: Whiieeeoooowwwwww (The winner sound)
Matt: Number one! Eat it!
Me: What? Oh, good job, honey. Play again? Okay. (Game starts, I drive into Toad the three green shells circling his kart.) "Oh, damn. I died again." zzzzzzzzzzz....



Anyway, it was a helluva Friday. Must have, cause I think I just spent an hour describing it. And now it's time for me to find lunch and eat it. I'm out.

-A