On a trip to Cape May in 2003, The Husband and I played some skee ball, because I have a general rule to play skee ball whenever given the opportunity. It is similar to my rule of playing air hockey whenever possible. The difference is that, while I just play skee ball for fun, I play air hockey to WIN. I am really good at air hockey.
But, as there were no air hockey tables to be found in Cape May, we were forced to stick to skee ball. We decided to save up our tickets for the whole week and get a good prize. Maybe even a back scratcher! On our last night, we pooled our tickets and scanned the prize counter to see what we could afford. Five minutes later, we were the proud owners of a superball and a shot glass silkscreened with the words “Cape May” and a picture of a lighthouse.
That shot glass inspired us, and we decided to start a collection of shot glasses from every place we visited. It seemed like a great idea; shot glasses were small, cheap, and useful! About fourteen trips later, I started to have second thoughts about our plan. We had just moved into our new house, and displaying twenty shot glasses in our formal dining room didn’t quite achieve the look I was going for. I was trying to go for “classic contemporary,” not so much “frat house.”
So it’s just as well that the collection has stagnated, as we no longer go anywhere. I relocated the shot glasses to the more casual china hutch in the kitchen, and they made fabulous practice cups for Jack. The whiskey really seems to calm him down.
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Just thought I'd add in my own little story of things I am "really good" at. I always thought that included in those things were air hockey, (not so much skee ball) and ping pong. Hey, did I not have the Nerf ping pong on which you could set up on ANY table (coffee, dining room, round kitchen etc.) Well, in one of our earlier vacations during which it was raining as it was prone to do on our vacations (note most of our pics of Higgins are inside - not out due to the rain) we found a ping pong table. "oh let's play" My the husband gently smiled at me and tolerated my "I'm really good" comments without comment. Needless to say round one I served, he volleyed and ZIP- the ball was gone. over and over this happened until we had to quit because of my rising temper. We have had similar episodes over air hockey, Ms. Pac Man and a variety of other childhood games I used to enjoy because I thought I was relatively good at and lo and behold, I am not.
Sis 4
By the way I am starting to suspect you secret identity.
Hee, baby's first liquor. We collect magnets when we go on a trip. Our fridge is looking pitiful so I guess it's time for a trip!
Sis #4:
The Husband expressed similar doubt when I warned him of my superior air hockey skills the first time we played. And then I kicked his butt. This was a new experience for him for games that are not Scrabble (I also kick his butt in Scrabble), because I usually stink, but I have mad air hockey skillz.
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