You know you’ve been playing Rock Band too long when you look around and the room is scrolling up. At first, at the end of a song, I thought that the screen itself was scrolling up … but then I realized the curtains were moving up, too, and my computer monitor…
That probably doesn’t make any sense to anyone who hasn’t played Rock Band (or Guitar Hero) for too long.
I’m getting steadily better at the drums. Well, except for that whole “rhythm” thing. … maybe in real life you do, but you definitely don’t need “rhythm” to play the drums in Rock Band. Psh.
I feel like I’m starting to get old …
I went to a black-tie wine and cheese party last night. Well–that’s nothing new: there’s been “wine and cheese” house parties since I was a freshman where people get completely sloshed in Franzia playing “wine” pong.
But last night … it’s like we took ourselves seriously. People brought a good selection of wines, some interesting and tasty cheeses. Everyone was dressed nicely, but … comfortably?
What was really weird, though, is that it was just a quiet social evening with twenty or so friends–a Christmas tree, the excited but subdued chatter of friends. No one got “smashed.” No one was drunk and rowdy. No one passed out. No one’s face was decorated with a permanent marker.
I’ll be the first to admit–it was nice to see some people I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was nice to have a quiet evening, do some catching up over a few glasses of nice-by-college-standards wine.
But at the same time, I’m a little worried. Does that mean that I’m getting old when I go to parties where, not only do the cops not show up, but no one makes a scene, no furniture gets burned, and everyone clearly remembers the night?
Well, fortunately, I’ll be headed to Cheyenne, soon. That’s sure to make me feel young again!
In other news, it’s warmed to a balmy five degrees (F) below zero–up from a brisk nineteen degrees below when I went out this morning.
It’s been snowing off and on for over a week now–and the daily high temperatures have only peaked above zero (F) twice.
What I don’t understand is … why am I going to Cheyenne for Christmas … and not my sister’s place in Arizona?
My cellphone died a week and a half ago. Aside from some sympathy for those who are unable to get hold of me (no cellphone, no landline), I must admit: it’s rather nice without it.
Alas–I’ll be replacing the phone some time next week.