Friday the 13th & Guitar Hero.... I Need More Practice.

So last night, I made the trek to my old college pal and former roommate, J.'s house-- he lives near Marshall's Creek. At any rate, it's hard to believe I've known him 12 years. Wow. We're getting old. We relived some memories by eating Hamburger Helper and watching Friday the 13th, the original, with Kevin Bacon. We always watched that movie when we lived together, and then later in the night, he'd barge into my room with a glow-in-the-dark Jason mask and do the music that always came on in the movie when you knew someone was going to die. I'd scream and he'd say, "Why are you screaming, Donna? You know it's me." And then I'd say, "I don't know." And then we'd laugh and go back to bed. But anyway....

But what was most fun about last night is when J. said, "Donna, you know how when you get drunk you always play air guitar?"

After feeling embarrased about my drunken habit, I said, "Yeah....why?"

He said he had a surprise and he pulled out a Target bag with Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock. He had a Wii and his brother had Guitar Hero and he was addicted, so he had to buy one for himself. So, I helped him put the guitar together and soon, we were playing. I really, really sucked at first and realized I lack hand-eye-coordination which is why I never was good at sports, sewing or even the flute when I played in school. I got booed of stage everytime and was pissed because there were really good songs, but since I kept f-ing up, the music didn't play. So, I took one turn and then let J. take like three turns.

I ended up beating Foghat's Slowride and the one song by the Killers and also Hit Me With Your Best Shot... we had a blast and before we knew it, it was after midnight and I think we started around 7, with a little break for Hamburger Helper. The music was awesome, but we were upset that there was no Bon Jovi. So, I think I want a Wii. But no TV for me until January, as stated in a blog post earlier this week. But seriously, Guitar Hero is pretty addicting. Once I started to get the beat and quit focusing on the colored dots, I improved. I still didn't get higher than a 71% of all notes hit, but hey, it was my first time.

But what a fun, laid back night. Something different. A trip down memory lane mixed with something really new and cool-- that reminded me I am a true white girl. No rythm.