“Get our coats”
3 Jan
We capped off our week of entertaining by having S’s old high school friend E and her husband G over for a visit. We also invited P to come by for dinner since we know how much she likes spending time with us now that we have the house.
E and G arrived mid afternoon and after getting the tour, we settled down with some cheese, crackers and some conversation to catch up. P arrived not long after, introductions were made and more cheese was enjoyed.
E was telling us about how they had gotten a Wii for Christmas but she wasn’t really enjoying it. That quickly turned into a conversation about video games and I made it known my love for the PS3 system and it’s games with their sweet great graphics. S started to describe Call of Duty: Modern Warfare and I eagerly suggested going downstairs and playing the game with G.
G and I excused ourselves and headed on down where I played a quick game of Free for All online and then let him take over the controller. He was much like me when I first started playing online: taking a while to steady his aim and then firing his shot. Needless to say, he was shot and killed more often then he was killing.
We were soon joined by the gals and E decided to take a turn at CoD. After a quick lesson by G and I as to what buttons did what, E set about kicking some ass. Only she didn’t fare so well. G and I would tell her things like, “there’s a helicopter coming, find shelter!” or “crotch down to avoid being hit,” but she’d end up getting killed anyway. “You two are not leaders,” she told us. “You should be soldiers. If there’s ever a war, I want to be on the other side.”
CoD was followed up with the Grand Theft Auto IV that S bought me for Christmas. They wanted to see how foul the language and random violence was. I think I impressed everyone with my wild driving and aptitude for punching people on the street.
A quick game of Guitar Hero and we were told dinner was ready. Since I had disappeared into geek heaven with G, my lovely took over the dinner making reins. The meal was awesome and everyone at the table cleared off their plates.
I had promised E I’d show her our Wii games so that she could check it out. She wasn’t sure how she felt about hers since she wasn’t having much luck when playing with her Wii remote. We played a quick game of tennis and then the group played a round of The Price is Right (where S walked away the winner of a jukebox, a dining room set and something else neither of us can remember right now). We then decided to play MarioKart.
I had bought the Wii for S in the hopes that she would take up playing some video games too. She’s played The Price of Right game a handful of times, but the Wii has pretty much gone unused. After E, G and I took a turn at driving, we all encouraged S to have a spin. At first she said no, but we managed to persuade intimidate her enough to have a go.
She seemed really timid at first, not knowing which sequence of buttons to press. And then the race started and that all changed. “Get out of the way MOTHER FUCKERS!!” she yelled at the screen. She was on the edge of her seat, her eyes were wild as she was determined to win her race. The course she was driving on ran through an old mine so there were a lot of turns to handle. S lost control a few times and went over the edge. Upon her return to the track, she would yell, “Move MOTHER FUCKERS!! I have time to make up for!!!”
I was in hysterics, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. E was a bit more frightened and kept whispering to her husband, “Get our coats.” She had read about S’s rage incidents here on the blog, and there she was seeing a form of it live in person.
When the race was over, calm S took over again and she gently passed the wheel on to someone else and sat back in her seat again. I just stared at her, not sure what to make of the video game playing maniac who had just been present a few seconds before.
A few more races later E realized the time and she and G made their way home. P left minutes later and S and I finished clearing the table off. “Did you take some caramel off of the top of the cheesecake?” S asked me. I told her I had not and it was then S noticed Sophie licking her lips. Serves us right for leaving food out where she can reach it.
It was great seeing E and G again, it’d been far too long. I love E’s tell-it-like-it-is attitude and forthcoming nature and G’s gentle giant ways. I’m hoping that now that we have the house, we could do longer visits, maybe a girls’ weekend.
As for S and I, upon my return from walking the little head this morning, she announced, “today should be a jammie-wearing, movie-watching, MarioKart-playing day!”
I’m not sure whether I should be excited or terrified.
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This is exactly why I don’t play those games. I know myself too well. I would turn into a bloodthirsty git. I would.