Yesterday I learned I’m pretty bad at life drawing. But it’s okay, because I’ve found my calling: Arcade games.
Tonight Ryan and I hid from the rain in the Chinatown Fair, which is crammed full with games from air hockey to skee ball, street fighter to punching bags.
When I watched Before Midnight a couple of weeks ago, the characters said that you should always let a man win if you want him to carry on liking you. Well, that theory went right out the window. Sorry Ryan.
I became horrifyingly competitive – although it was mostly against my own scores to be fair. He did beat me at the mini basketball though!
The best was Guitar Hero. But I felt really, really strange about the shooting games and refused to spend anymore swipes on them.
After a couple of hours (which cost us $15), we claimed our prizes. For every game, you win tokens that you can spend on a variety of plastic crap or big, gaudy stuffed animals – if you get enough points. We didn’t, and instead splashed out on vampire teeth, a Hello Kitty eraser, a whistle and some very fetching temporary tattoos. You know, useful stuff.
Ryan might not be happy about it, but at least my ego is restored after Wednesday night.