Backstory: Mandy is one of my best friends. If you'd told me a few years ago that my best friend would be a butch girl with a faux hawk, I'd have laughed myself silly. I'm a girly girl. I like lipstick and pedicures. She's butch. She likes hockey and video games.
And SO.... Last weekend, we head up to my family's lodge. It's a big ol' place and I invited a bunch of girls, but only the four of us could go. Me, my love, Mandy and Becky.
As soon as we plan the trip, Mandy says, "I'll borrow somebody's Nintendo Wii and we'll take Rock Band and play games all weekend." I roll my eyes and began planning other things. I don't DO games.
On Saturday, we get back to the lodge from the day trip to Muddy Pond. Mandy proceeds to take out a drum set, microphone, and guitars from this big ol' bag. Ahhh crap. Seriously, Mandy? Now I have to remember all that musical stuff I learned taking piano lessons against my will for umpteen years?
Mandy insists that I at least try. On the guitar. I die within about 20 notes. She assures me that I'll do better on the drums. I make it. I don't die. It's actually kinda fun.
We rock all night Saturday. Get up Sunday morning, cook breakfast and start playing. Wash the sheets. Rock out some more. Fold towels. Continue rocking. We played every song on the game and would have played more if we had an internet connection.
I'm a 43 year old Rock Star and I just asked my mom for a Wii for my birthday.