Game Time!

The coolest thing we did, by far, in San Francisco was take my cousin Annie's advice/stumble upon Musee Mecanique. Mr. Perfect told me Annie had suggested visiting an arcade down by Fisherman's Wharf, but I was skeptical. How cool could an arcade be? I see them as training ground for casinos, unless they have skee ball. Then I love them.

I was blown away by the awesomeness that was Musee Mecanique. It was like stepping back in time. The machines were from the turn of the century, and there were hundreds of them.

Shell immediately stepped up to the Kiss-o-Meter as Mr. Perfect ran to the ATM, then change machine. I'm pretty sure he got $20 worth of quarters.
And used them all.

Woo-hoo! Shell is HOT STUFF! I was confident that I too would have positive Kiss-O-Meter results.

Damn machine said I was mild!

And then of course, this happened:

Blast him!

I did what any little sister would do and quickly shoved GDSean out of the way so I could take advantage of his reading...

Mr. Perfect returned with his 80 quarters and tested his Kiss.

HARMLESS!?!??!

WTF? Why are Mr. Perfect and I the worst?!

He was determined to get a better reading on the sex appeal o-meter or whatever. And I guess he did...

Man.

Hands down, the most hilarious thing that happened that day was when GDSean stepped up to the machine that would tell you what your future career was destined to be. We all waited anxiously, GDSean seemed eager to finally know.

The lights seemed prepared to stop at either Moocher or Rich Widow (niiiice!!), ideal occupations for GDSean.

But suddenly, it happened.

Nothing.

No future career.

GDSean has no career in his future.

It clearly scared the bejeebies out of him.

While GDSean and I laughed at his (lack of) future career for a while, Mr. Perfect ran away and started playing as many games as possible. This was a cool baseball game that allowed you to swing at pitches pinball-style. I spotted this beaut while trying to decide which fortune telling machine I wanted to use (they didn't have Zoltar). I fell in love immediately because:

1) It says No Electricity, even though you can see the cord plugged in
2) It's just creepy - a vibrating chair that relieves fatigue?

Naturally, I sat down and popped in a quarter. It was the loudest, most awkward thing ever. It wasn't comfortable and didn't relieve anything. I ran from the tell-tale buzzing.

There were plenty of machines that you could imagine coming to life and killing you. They were super creepy and awesome. Shell couldn't stand Susie, but I thought the red lights really made her quite special.

Oh Cheesus. GDSean and the arm wrestling machine.

I read the instructions out loud that warned you to start with a low level. Naturally, he refused.

And naturally, he got his ass kicked by a machine with a luchador mask.

Mr. Perfect stepped right up. Re-read what happened above, insert Mr. Perfect for GDSean.

Lesson: Don't mess with a dude, even if he's a machine (especially?) in a luchador mask!

Shell and I left the boys for a bit to play skee ball. I love skee ball.

Anywho, when we were out of quarters, we found the guys completely engrossed in a peep show. Not gonna lie, the peep shows were kinda awesome. They were so innocent and funny. On some of them you would make the person dance by turning a crank to advance the photos. This one flipped through different pictures. I saw Mr. Perfect eye the boxing game and knew I had to play. I totally knocked him out.

Lucky for me, to knock someone out they have to be charging you. I never moved. Laziness pays off.

What's a stop at an old fashioned arcade without some photo booth fun?

The Musee Mecanique is a must-see and do if you are in San Francisco.