a very aerobic xmas
I got my kids an Eye-Toy and Dance Dance Revolution for their Playstation 2 for Christmas. They played with both until they got sweaty, and the next day their arms were sore. I played DDR until my chest heaved, and the next night I went to Rich’s and danced until I was too drunk to dance anymore. (Don’t worry – this was after Deadbeat Baby-Daddy collected my children for his half of their winter holiday.)
I’m going to play DDR every day until the Christmas cookies and birthday cake don’t matter anymore. My kids will play their new games in order to save their limbs from atrophying from their bodies. Because normally they spend their free hours playing the kinds of video games that make you sit dead still.
It’ll be cool when, in the future, we play our games on holodecks or what have you. Then we’ll reminisce about our old dawn-of-the-century recreation and laugh. We’ll laugh until all the exquisitely defined muscles on our torsos ripple. Then we’ll reminisce about what the sky looked like when we used to go outside.
