So after I wrote about my recent trip to South Dakota on Tuesday, I sent the link to my family — thinking they might enjoy it. As usual, my blog postings were met with complete and utter indifference by my family — with the sole exception of my sister-in-law Tresa. She enjoyed it but wondered why I didn’t mention about how we played Guitar Hero-Rock Band version on our last night.
Why didn’t I mention playing Guitar Hero, Tresa? I think you know the answer to that question … BECAUSE I SUCK AT IT! I suck at it more than it is possible to suck at something. Allow me to expound at length upon my suckitude.
We first saw the arcade version at a local pizza parlor. We (meaning the three adults in our party) all took turns “rocking” to Foghat’s Slow Ride. We were terrible but could instantly see how this would be amazingly fun. Because all three of us are impulsive and instant gratification seekers, we immediately went to Wal-Mart to buy the Guitar Hero – Rock Band edition (it comes with drums and a microphone as well as the guitar). (Sidenote: I really shouldn’t say “we” went to buy it — I was merely the lead instigator and nag to buy it because I knew I didn’t have to pay for it but I really really wanted to play it on our last night together. Insert evil laugh.)
So we got home, put the kidlets to bed and settled in for an evening of rocking! (And nothing says “rock star” like two mothers wearing their comfy pajamas.) Things got off to a rough start for everyone until we actually took the time to watch the tutorial and learn that you had to “strum” the guitar while playing the notes. Amazing how learning to actually PLAY the game helps increase your score tremendously.
So after a bit of farting about and figuring things out, we were ready to jam. Well, I should say some of us were ready to jam because I — most assuredly — DID NOT JAM. No, my role was to stink up the place with my complete lack of rhythm, inability to follow along and general suckitude. Even though we all started out kind of bad, only I languished in the Land of Suck while my brother and sister-in-law got steadily better.
The thing about the game is that there is a little meter that tells you exactly who is doing good and who is doing bad. If one member of the band is bad enough, the “audience” will boo your band off the stage. How do I know this? Because whenever I was in the band, we were booed off the stage about 22% of the way through the song. Even if my brother was 100% perfect on the drums, my guitar playing dragged us all down.
And what was even more annoying is that both my brother and sister-in-law were drinking beer while I abstained and they STILL got better and better than me — even while drifting ever closer to complete drunkenness. (After all, it wasn’t me in the kitchen at 2:00 am making egg bake, was it Tresa?)
Even playing the easiest songs, I was unable to achieve rock stardom. It became hilariously amusing (to some) how consistently bad I was and how little I improved. I couldn’t even keep up on drums on Eye of the Tiger!
But Mike and Tresa, it is ON! I am going to ask for Guitar Hero for my birthday and I will practice until I rock (on easy level and on an easy song but still — I WILL ROCK). And then on our next visit to South Dakota, I will stand before you and I will lay down a flawless version of Slow Ride that will have you gasping and bowing before me. This I vow.
It is good to have goals, right?
A Thank You
I need to thank Erin over at Treasures Found: Inspiration Is Everywhere for sending me the coolest giveaway winner package ever! A while back, I won a giveaway on her blog — a custom made WOW pendant. (Did I mention she is a jewelry designer?) Well, when I got back from my trip, her package was waiting for me. Not only did I get the cutest pendant on the funkiest little necklace thingy (you can tell I’m not a jewelry person, right?) but she also sent me chocolate-covered Peeps!!! How cool is that? Let me show you!
Note the adorable little box with ribbon! Note the lovely card! See the cool necklace and pendant! See the chocolate covered Peeps! (The Peeps were in existence long enough for me to take this photo and then my family devoured them like a pack of hungry wolves.)
The Front of the Pendant
I could pick any initial I wanted … I picked J because that is the first letter of the Little One’s name. Of course, it is also the first letter of my name. So either I’m a loving mom or a self-absorbed narcissist. You make the call.
A Lovely Model Wearing the Necklace
Who am I kidding? It is me … and models don’t have clearly visible double-chins, obvious sunburn (did I tell you I am a red neck now, literally?) and just way too many moles. Can you tell I hate photos of myself and pick them apart mercilessly?