Dance Dance Re-Revolution


I’m about to go play DDR. In an arcade. With someone else. And this is, like, an event in which I have purposefully planned in advance to now fulfill. I think the last time I did this was either with wawwen_san or girlnextdork. And that was years ago.

You see, I still like DDR, but I play it very rarely at home, let alone at an arcade. It’s kind of a hassle to do, and I started playing racquetball a few years ago, too, which kind of took over the “do some damned exercise every now and then” part of my life. Mostly because SDSU has been out of session for several weeks now, barring the ability to go there and use their facilities, I started to get more interested in playing DDR more often again.

Playing in public always brings more anxiety, though. I get really hot and sweaty quickly, but in the comfort of my own home, it’s not much of an issue. Also, despite owning a similar input mechanism in the Cobalt Flux pad, it’s still not the same as an arcade machine. Finally, there are other people watching OMG JUDGEMENT, and that can cause me to get flummoxed and mess up more often and not be as cool, which is the main currency 20-somethings trade in. Maybe when I turn 30 at the end of this year (OMGWTF), I magically won’t care so much about what other people think about me, but signs point to PROBABLY NOT.

Anyway, I am showered and shaved and dressed, Maggie is away somewhere, and Robyn and her parents are at a hair trial for the wedding (OMGtheweddingisinlessthan2weeksWTF). Time to get this magical mystery tour on the road.


2 thoughts on “Dance Dance Re-Revolution

  1. FYI – 30 does equate with not giving a shit anymore. At least for me. Judgement fudgement (mmm…fudge).

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