Hot Tub Arcade

Category: dribblings

On Tuesday nights we have dinner with friends. It’s all part of our sweet, rock n roll lifestyle. We were talking about God knows what when skee ball came up, like it does.

“WHY ISN’T THERE A SKEE BALL IN MY GARAGE RIGHT NOW?”

“If you guys had a skee ball in your basement, I’m sorry, but I’d be over all the time. “Hi, it’s me again, you guys going to work today? Great, could you just leave the key under the- okay, great! Thanks.” That conversation would happen every day.”

“When we get home tonight we are throwing away everything in the garage and buying a skee ball AND a pinball machine!”

Mr. Fleegan: “I’d kind of like a hot tub, you know.”

“Okay, a hot tub, skee ball, and pinball machine. DONE. Our Hot Tub Arcade Garage is going to RULE.”

As of yet, we have not thrown away all the lawn mowers/tools/junk in our garage to prepare for our Hot Tub Arcade, which makes me think we’ll never do this, but also it’s not even 9am yet, so there’s still hope. Except, you know, the part where we have to go to work and be adults all damn day long.

When Don Quixote sang this:

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

Pretty sure he was singing about the unattainable Hot Tub Arcade Garage.

 

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