Same player shoots again

Since I stayed home all day Saturday, I felt like I had to get out of the apartment today, so I drove down to the town of Stanton, in Orange County, to play pinball at a place I'd heard tell of on the Internet, apparently unique among places in southern California for actually having fairly new games.

And it was true. They had a machine called High Roller Casino, one called Austin Powers, and one called Monopoly. High Roller Casino was fairly lackluster, Austin Powers probably would have been better if the sound had turned up a little higher, and Monopoly was the best except for a spot where the ball would consistently get stuck, resulting in a long pause while the "ball search" feature tried to kick it out several times, always failed, and eventually delivered a new ball from somewhere.

Austin Powers also had a mode called "Fat Bastard Multiball," which sounded a little scary. Much better was "Railroad Multiball" on Monopoly.

On the way home, I took a somewhat roundabout route, which allowed me to drive the portion of Interstate 105 between I-605 and I-110, which means I've now "completed" 105. If I'm counting correctly, it's now the fifth Interstate I've traveled over every portion of, joining Interstates 175, 275, and 375 in Florida and Interstate 390 in New York. (Yes, I-175 and I-375 count, even though they're less than a mile long.)

Then there are a bunch of cases where I've traveled every mile of an Interstate within a certain state. Interstate 40 in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, Interstate 78 in Pennsylvania, and Interstate 65 in Kentucky and Indiana, just to name the first few I thought of.

In conclusion, a delightful day, except for the fact that the place with the pinball games is a 50-minute drive from here, and that my car would have been sideswiped by a van that was attempting to change lanes if not for the fact that there was a clear lane to my left. Remember, kids, drive defensively.