We went out with the Alaska Wymans to Dave & Busters in Anchorage, which my son assured me had something for everyone because it had lots of video games, a sports bar, and a restaurant with a good menu.
Apparently, I don't fit into the category of "everybody." It caused me to adjust my personal vision of Hell, which now reads as "Having to accompany competing borderline females and their ill-controlled children to Dave & Buster's." I found a spot on a back wall where I could see the many TV screens showing precisely two sporting events, without discerning what any of the narration was. I watched one woman with a Brazilian flag next to her name - Rodriguez, I think - defeat an American woman named Michelle in UFC. Then there was a boxing match I actually did develop some interest in, as the crowd was getting very excited by the Mexican named Canelo and he was fighting a gypsy from the UK named Saunders. I could tell he was a gypsy because of the Roma flag.
Then they put a lot of belts on the Canelo, which means he must have owned them already and been the champion, and we went home. I feel like I understood exactly as much as I needed to without hearing a word or following up with the sports news. I am still not watching anything, only what I pick up accidentally by listening to other things. It's working out just fine.
Dave & Busters kicked me out once for violating their dress code. I was coming from a Scottish Highland Games at the time. Never went back. You make me think I got the best of the exchange.
I'm trying to imagine what rule they gave to their poor front-line employees that you were violating. All males must wear pants? Ordinarily, I would think that a good rule, but one has to wonder about people not making exceptions for the kilt.
If you were playing bagpipes at the time, I have to say I would agree with them, though. Seventeen kinds of noise is too many.
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