You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I play a mean air guitar. I’ve been complimented on my skill, so I know. Never mind that my left hand on the frets goes out to make a higher note instead of sliding in. It’s air guitar. I take liberties in the moment. Don’t remind me because I don’t care. Had it been a real guitar, you would have a point, but my wild hip gyrations and hair swinging count for everything. My intensity makes up for what I lack in actual guitar playing ability.
The boys and I play Guitar Hero. A little different from air guitar in that you are actually holding a (kind of) guitar with colored buttons you push on cue. And yes, I rule. Because I don’t actually have to slide my hand in the right direction. I just have to push the red and the yellow button quickly. All my years of Super Mario and Mario Kart are finally coming in to play. Thank god I spent so much time on them a few years ago because now? There is Guitar Hero 2. And what does it include? A hidden song by my much beloved Strong Bad, Trogdor. He is the burninator, after all. I know what I hope Santa brings me this year. Oh, and a second guitar, because I’m so tired of sharing mine with the boys. (ahem)