Nestled inside this cyclone of crapola was this cute little arcade with vintage games. With our combined ticket earnings, we just missed getting a box of Mike and Ikes. I blame my Dad for his poor showing on the Whack-o-Mole. Here are some pictures:
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Mike and Ikes that got away
Rob and I were in Colorado for the past few days to visit my broseph and hit the slopes. One of the days, we went to a small town called Manitou Springs. It has a motley collection of stores: antique cowboy tchotchke shops, herbal apothecaries, and emporiums full of weed-themed tshirts and those tapestries that hang in dorm rooms.
Nestled inside this cyclone of crapola was this cute little arcade with vintage games. With our combined ticket earnings, we just missed getting a box of Mike and Ikes. I blame my Dad for his poor showing on the Whack-o-Mole. Here are some pictures:
Nestled inside this cyclone of crapola was this cute little arcade with vintage games. With our combined ticket earnings, we just missed getting a box of Mike and Ikes. I blame my Dad for his poor showing on the Whack-o-Mole. Here are some pictures:
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