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that sweet music

Saturday night we were at a party that involved—at least for the male party-goers—playing games on the X-Box, first Halo 2 and then some sort of rally racing game. I had my usual poor results in the Halo, somehow ending the game with -2 points, but much better at the other. So naturally when I got home (well, the next day) I had to bring out the true racing game, that classic of classics, MarioKart 64 (well, I suppose the original MarioKart would be even more classic, but you can't have everything). It was every bit as good as I remembered. Unfortunately, it means Leah has had to put up with the sound, which she has complained of before, but I think she can forgive me. She understands, I think, the allure the game holds for me. Now if only that allure were catching.... She did play a couple games with me, for which I am grateful indeed, but I can't expect from her the same level of dedication I showed, myself, when I put off doing housework to play "just one more game."

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