BackStage

More than twelve hours later, I still find myself sucking on the thumb of my right hand. The reason? Four glorious hours of Mario Kart Wii with scatterheads and orgtheorists (and a few other random soc bloggers and an eight year-old that consistently kicked my ass).

Last night was my first attempt at Mario Kart. I don’t think anyone has ever been so excited to finish in the middle of the pack (unlike the people who could actually play) . After some races I would celebrate fifth position (those I wasn’t in last). And, there is a perverse joy in knocking over a professor who you have long read and admired with a turtle shell. If you didn’t play this time, you really should try to find a way to play next time. It was a hoot.

Thanks to Killa for letting Mad Slave and I use her apartment (while she’s off skipping around the globe, poor girl, and was not able to play). And, thanks to Mad Slave for teaching me how to play. And Tina for arranging it!