We were out for Thursday night darts months ago when I overheard someone ask the bartender if they knew of anyone who would want to buy a full-size arcade dart machine.

As soon as Kevin was distracted on the other end of the bar I grabbed the guy and told him *I* knew of someone who’d be interested in said dart machine.

I got the rest of the story… He had to move out of town and was unloading a lot of his stuff.

It took a couple of months of covert coordination – but we finally got it.

It’s a full-size, “real” dart machine alright… (circa 1989)…. Takes quarters…. makes annoying blippy music… the whole nine yards.

Birthday boy was ecstatic and has since played it so much since getting it last week that he’s already blown a fuse.

Andy came along with Elise for Friday night to help Kevin break in the board. (Found out he’s quite the dart-shark to ours and his wife’s surprise). They were throwing rounds until 1:30 until, get this, *ELISE* was nagging to go home and go to bed.

Now there’s talk of Thursday night darts at our place instead with Andy, Kiwi and Dr. Steve.

Anyway – that was Friday night of the holiday chicken.