That’s like drinking a slice of raspberry chocolate cake! Great for the Holidays, or any time. Thanks man.
I could not fill up on this sweet stuff. I had obligations. Obligations to pale ales and IPAs. So off we shimmied toward the pool table with a handful of quarters a nascent beer buzz. And although pool is grand and noble to be sure and a constant temptation, near by stood a dart board. Stood, I say, because it was one of those monstrous electronic types.
The bars in New Braunfels must have a contract with some company that makes electronic dart boards because none of the bars have real boards and all of them have identical electronic ones. These fancy boards have stymied us for years and thus threatened to end any possibility for the simple dart euphoria which we so badly craved. How could it be that we witnessed so many others master the myriad buttons, knobs and flashing lights, while we, mere spectators, looked on in despair and longing?
Not ones to give up on the prospect of fun, we hied ourselves over to the beast and fed it our shiny quarters.
Shooting Our Own Lights Out
It’s doing something. Hold on. We want to select two players. No – teams. No – two team players. Alright, we’ll read the directions.
I think we have it. No - let the board choose for us. No – we’ll control it. Why won’t it light up? Oh, more quarters, quick!
Alright, we’re set. Here goes…
We only put in enough quarters for one player?! Cripe! Why does is beep when we hit that number? That’s not even a cricket number!
We had indeed effed it up again. Anguish. Chagrin. Defeat.
Why don’t we keep score on a pad of paper? enthused Tammy.
I was incredulous, still reeling with rage and utter loss. Within seconds however I realized this was salvation, and it meant free dart play. Everything was going to be okay. She had done it! Out came the paper pad and the pen in a flurry of industrious excitement. Once again, we had bucked the system. Tammy went first. What could we do but stare blankly at one another after the first dart shot the light out over the dart board? After a brief moment we decided the glow from the dimly lit bar area would have to do and we played on. The dartboard light magically came back on at certain intervals. One of the employees even knew a secret switch on the back of the device that turned the light on and off, but after we shot the first dart of three, the light blinked out once more. Still, an amusing quirk rather than a nuisance.
Please share in comments your examples of resourceful improvisation in the name of fun!