fine whine

Today was the annual holiday party for families of the employees of my company, held again at our local Gameworks. The location (and the food selection) was the same as last year, and on the whole I didn't find too much else different. Sure, they moved around some of the games (and replaced several Time crisis cabinets with House of the dead sequels), and this time there was an atrocious cover band, but all in all it was same stuff, different year. They moved it up to lunch and the early afternoon, though.

I played a bit of the same games, sat and finally beat Star wars arcade, but that was the only game I played through completely. Boba Fett may have gotten the better of me but I bested Vader with my lightsaber, darnit. Thankfully I never need to play that game ever again, and likely won't.

It seemed that all the newer installments of the gun game series games used rifles and other larger guns rather than the old pistols, and I must say I am disappointed. It's a lot harder to play Woo-style, two-handed, when each gun is the size of a small Buick.

Of course I can't complain, as everything was free. I again forsook Gauntlet, but having beaten it on the PS2 now I don't really mind the omission. Super monkey ball and Mr. Driller were interesting, if cute, diversions, but I spent no more time on them than I had shooting baskets.

At least those other two games don't make my arm sore. I'd neglected to mention bowling with Jessica yesterday, scoring in the 70s in one game and getting (probably) an all-time high of 129 in the second game with two consecutive strikes and then one other in the last frame. Jessica scored a little lower, but competitvely so in the first game. The second game found my score twice (frames 4 and 9, I believe) being twice hers.

But her arm doesn't hurt, and mine does. So it goes.