These Are the Arcades of our Lives
Considering we walked five hundred miles (Ba –da Da DA!) in ridiculous heat the previous day, Anabelle and I both slept very late.
With the new Ghostbusters in theaters and Van Helsing at home cementing her following in my footsteps of loving comedy/action/horror mash ups, I thought Evil Dead 2 – the greatest film in thehistory of cinema- was in the cards.
And it almost was.
Then she saw a picture of Evil Ed in the booklet that came with the special edition tin box DVD and chickened out at the last minute.
Since we’d watched the original the day Rosa left, we had fun with Ghostbusters II instead.
The Statue of Liberty walks through the selections for “play movie,” “settings,” “extra features” etc. People who make DVD menus are idiots.
Kim was having a barbecue, but the time wasn’t settled. Originally we were going to go to mass Sunday morning in order to be there earlier. Then Kim told us they were going to Church Saturday night, making us decide to do the same and go there afterwards.
We got to Mass, and Grandma told us they weren’t coming that night after all.
Good thing I plan.
We took the abridged blessings version and shot over to Kim and Dave’s.
Because of the church thing, I had pre-made a large pile of garlic bread to bring over, intending to heat it up when we got there.
Kim was busy with the sides, and Dave was cooking (on the grill) and burning things (in the fire pit.) I was doing a combination of the two. My sister’s oven is far more complex than mine is.
Apparently it has a setting- that I don’t- known as “burn the ever living snot out of whatever is in here regardless of the temperature set.”
We scraped and salvaged a few bits of garlic bread from the giant pile, and they went well with Dave’s excellent burgers and hot dogs.
Kim had finally gotten the tricky tray won Playstation 4 up and running. While it was installing and downloading the latest in high end games…
We had a blast playing Intellivision!!!!
The kids meanwhile were having a weird flashback moment in the bedroom, watching a mini marathon of Wow Wow Wubbzy, and practicing their horrifyingly accurate impressions of the characters.
Considering how much my sister made fun of me when I first became addicted to Minecraft, I feel I was highly gracious for spending much of that evening in a series of tutorials for her and her family in working in the game.
Considering how often she found herself stuck in caves, or just losing her house now that worlds started defaulting as infinite, my introducing her to the compass went a long way to her later successes.