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Bop it! I’ll get you, my pretty, and your crazy voice too!

Last weekend in the waning hours of our Gourmet Club’s groovy 60s party, our hosts brought out a game I’d never seen before.

Bop It! Ahhhh!

An ugly charades incident I’d rather not talk about had fired up my competitive juices and, in its aftermath, I had been working hard to tamp down the ridiculous aggression and settle sweetly back into mellow party mode.

Flick it!

I chatted amiably with my fellow party goers, most of whom, like me, are hitting the half-century mark this year. I nibbled daintily on delicious lemon/blueberry cake.

Twist it!

I had just about repaired my image when our hostess and friend Hsing-Yi placed Bop It! Extreme2 in my rookie hands.

Oh Boy!

A portal in the space/time continuum swallowed me up and the party wound down without me.

Spin It! Pull It! Bop It!

There on the basement floor of a pleasant home in Kimberly, Wisconsin I battled the forces of Hasbro and the nearly alliterate Beat Bop Solo.

Dude!

I knew I’d beat that cocky game. I just needed to reach the …

Flick It! Spin It! Pull It! Bop It! Bop It! Bop It!

My right hand began to cramp slightly and a few beads of sweat dotted my brow. Impatiently, I brushed them away.

Bop it! Flick it!

I’m turning 50 this year. I’ll never be a rock star, or an Olympian, or the global marketing director for a Fortune 500 Company. But, I WILL BEAT THIS GAME!

Bop It!

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

“You can take the game home with you,” said my friend Hsing Yi. “I think you should.”

I looked around the empty room. My fellow party guests had all gone home.

 Do it the same. But Better! You’re Out!

I’ve been a little too busy this week to take on the important task of beating Hsing-Yi’s Bop It game. But it’s there on my dining room table, taunting me.

And, tomorrow is Saturday.

Bop It!

It’s on.

One of my friends thoughtfully used my camera to record the exact moment I lost my mind. This is my friend Hsing-Yi showing me how to play the game. I am dressed for a 60s party and I elieve my T-shirt reads "All we are saying, is give peace a chance." Bop it!

One of my friends thoughtfully used my camera to record the exact moment I lost my mind. This is my friend Hsing-Yi showing me how to play the game. I am dressed for a 60’s party and I believe my T-shirt reads “All we are saying, is give peace a chance.” Bop it!

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Posted on March 21, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. My much younger sisters had this thingy, or maybe it was one of my nieces. I’d forgotten all about it. So aggravating!

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