Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Golden Age Holiday Party


I know these are a bit hard to read on the screen, but consider this your official invite* to our GRAND OPENING Holiday Party at our new place! Mark your calendars for:
Sunday, December 2, 2012
1675 Laketon Road
Pittsburgh, PA 15221
*if you'd like a real invitation, stop by the store, or email me your mailing address and I'll be happy to send one your way! 
And now for further information I give you this SPECIAL guest blog post by none other than my husband, Tony.  So sit back, read, re-read, and reflect on the craziness that has nearly consumed my husband's soul.  
The topic of this blog:  The Golden Age (Insert your first 15 years of life here).
Open the following link and allow to play while reading the paragraph below:
I was born in 1982 in a quaint little village called Pitcairn.  I had a friend named Ted Ruxpin, but he was not My Buddy.  I didn't have a Kid Sister.  I was an only child.  He-Man once lent me his sword for an entire year.  I wore it in the back of my shirt for 365 out of 365 days of that year.  For some reason, I wanted a Power Wheel, even though I had a Big Wheel.  Pogo Sticks = weak...Pogo Ball = tubular.  I have gashed the nash.  I know that you shouldn't mess with Viggo the Carpathian.  I have been part of a standing ovation in a theater during the first  5 minutes of a movie only once.  Opening night of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  I was definitely too young to listen to Andrew DIce Clay.  My Halloween bounties seem now to be almost mythical.  Alf was the best comedian I knew.  Heathcliff was the coolest cat I knew.  I believed all winnebagos flew after seeing SpaceBalls.  Daffy Duck over Donald Duck, Marty McFly over Biff Tannen, Schwartzeneger in Terminator 2 over Schwartzeneger in office, and Garbage Pail Kids over Cabbage Patch Dolls.  Chevy Chase and Bill Murray.  Han Solo and Indiana Jones.  Axel Foley and Axel Foley!  Night Court, Mr. Ed, Bewitched, Cheers, All in the Family, The Cosby Show, Beetlejuice the Cartoon, Family Ties, Coach Full House, My Two Dads, Perfect Strangers,  Who's the Boss, and Mama's Family.  Oh sweet, sweet Mama!  I have seen episodes of all of these shows a million times, but I can hardly remember what they were even about.  I still dream of riding Falcor.  And these are just a few things you need to know about me.  The rest can be summed up in 4 letters:  T-I-L-T!  
Tilt   /tilt/  verb:  1.  to move or cause to move into a sloping position   2.  a really boss arcade in the Monroeville Mall.
On October 27th, I had the privilege of attending a vintage arcade auction in Mars, PA.  My life has not been the same since.  Because of my love for all things childhood, I was reborn like a phoenix rising from Arizona.  I had not realized it until the auction, but I lived through what is now considered the Golden Age of Arcade.  If you were 5 to 30 between 1978 and 1994, chances are you were a part of the arcade craze.  Do you remember what it was like to have $5 worth of quarters in an arcade in those days?  We were kings.  Today, the empire is in ruins.  Arcades have taken on a whole different look.  Ticket redemption games, racing simulators, and first person shooters have taken over the landscape.  At what cost, you ask?  More than a quarter, that I promise.  Honestly, when was the last time you spent a quarter on an arcade game?    When was the last time you put a quarter on the arcade screen to enter into the gentleman's arcade etiquette agreement of calling next?  It's been too long.  The days of mall rat-dom and arcade loitering are over.  We lived it, and it looks like no one else ever will.  My daughter will never know what it felt like to defeat a seething, electric green, demon beast named Blanka.  Nor will she understand the complexity of life as a Paperboy.  How will she ever learn that underdogs can win without seeing Little Mac pick Soda Popinski apart?  What about the foreign language lesson that Q-bert taught us?  How will my daughter and her generation ever learn to handle foreign relations without Q-bert?  Don't say Modern Warfare 3!
Alas, my love for the Golden Age of Arcade has been reborn, and I have compiled a wonderful collection of art from the era.  On Dec. 2nd, my wife will be hosting an open house for her new furniture store location.  She has agreed to allow me to display my collection.  From Pac-Man to Double Dribble to Blades of Steel to Mortal Kombat, I hope that your flame will too be rekindled.  In some instances, the artwork is so visually appealing that you will not be able to look away.  In other instances, the neons will blind you with pleasure.  Light food, reminiscence, and fun are promised.  Some, but not all, of the art will be for sale.  Great Christmas gifts abound!

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