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Lindsay here is referring to the bar where we played Ms. Pac-Man last night and it is a dandy, filled with old arcade games and a provocative Billy Dee Williams Colt 45 sign.
But I have zero love for the Big Jenga. Big Jenga is a horrible idea. The blocks are about the size of subway sandwiches. The towers are like four feet tall and placed atop wobbly bar tables and then drunk people put their keen eye-hand coordination to work.
Do you know what it sounds like when a Big Jenga tower collapses? Which is the inevitable endpoint of that terrible game? (I get nervous shaky hands so have never enjoyed it, even at its normal modest size.) It sounds like the Kool Aid Man busting through your goddamn soul. It gives me a heart attack every single time which does me no favors just in general but especially when I’m trying to get my Dig Dug on.
