Nicki Lefever: November 2008 Archives

We need great stories about what you remember about modern technology.

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What do you remember about the first time you used a new gadget? Over the years, inventors have given us dozens of doodads, including the color TV, microwave, cell phone and computer.

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We had one reader call in and share a great story about the first Walkman he had and how fascinated the stewardess and pilot where with the item when he was on a flight in the 1980s.

The rest of the clan was out playing football on Thanksgiving when my sister-in-law Hannah and I decided to play a game. We couldn't find playing cards so we decided to open Mad Gab. You would probably recognize the game best by its commercial where the person reads a card (it probably says ima luv mush een). What he is really trying to say is "I'm a Love Machine."

Hannah and I just took turns reading the cards to see who get the most right before the timer ran out. Little did we know how freakin' hilarious this game would turn out to be. I was laughing so hard, I was crying. My cheeks hurt and my stomach ached. It's great because when you know the answer and you can hear the person saying it and they have no idea what they are saying, it's ridiculous.

*Warning, this is a pretty long rant on a restaurant experience. This is only told from two people's experiences on a recent Friday night.

Almost a year ago, visited Bogey Macaws at Springwood Golf Course for a Cheap Eats outing. It was out of this world. Read here if you missed it.

It took a while to find time to go, but Nate, my husband, and I decided to go back on Friday. What a mistake. I should have known when I called earlier that morning and asked for the chef that it was bad. They told me Chef Jackie Pestka wasn't there anymore.

Still, we loved it the last time and hoped for a similar experience. We arrived a little before 7 p.m. We were there on a Monday on our last visit, so it was a bit different atmosphere, more of a bar than that of an intimate restaurant. We waited at the hostess podium and there seemed to be a little misunderstanding about where to put us. I guess they got it all figured out and sent us down to a booth near the window. And there we sat for at least (and I am being generous) 15 minutes.