That's Called Kickin' Your Ass!

Today was fun. Went to Queen Anne for a game of tennis. Got my ass whooped by The Magician. 6-0, 6-2. That's called kickin' your ass. Although, at least this time, I only managed to hit ONE ball over the fence.

After a great burger and beer at Pike Pub and Brewery, it was off to Gameworks for Thursdays $10 play all the video games your mommy wouldn't give you quarters for extravaganza. Oh man, I wish I'd brought Kristie's camera for this. There was much hilarity that went on that night. The best games were the ones that required some kind of movement recognition. For example, there were sims for everything -- Skiing sims, row boating sims (that apparently, if you're Pat, you row faster when the game tells you to slow down), and ridiculous biking hangliding sims. There was this awesome game where you play a cop and the game detects your movements so you actually duck behind objects and pop back out to blast the baddies. It's too bad we didn't have our cameras to capture how goddamn stupid we looked playing all these things. But Pete did get some footage with his phone of Pat(video) and I(video) duking it out a la Virtual Fighter. And that, Pat, is what's called KICKIN' YOUR ASS.