I still consider Dave and Buster's a weird place to have a party. The table we ate at was long and narrow, without much chance for large-group conversation. And then when we went to play games, people split up into small groups, instead of hanging out with the bachelor and making his night special. Oh well, wasn't my choice.
And I had fun anyway. I had felt sore and tired all day, and I was worried that I wouldn't be perky for the party. So I had a Dr Pepper-knockoff on the drive home, and a glass and a half of Dr Pepper at dinner. (This is noteworthy because I normally eschew caffeine.) And I charged up my game card and was much more willing to play games than usual.
- Some wacky snowmobile racing game whose name I forget
- several games of pinball, of which I had one good game
- the steer-wrestling game (no pictures, sadly), at which I underestimated my steer-wrestling capability
- Galaga, at which I got possibly my best score ever
- Daytona Racer, which I wone to my surprise based on my memories of Peter Lee's IC talk in 1993
- the Ferrari racing game, which didn't really convey a sense of speed
All in all, I had a pretty good time.