Happy Mother’s Day to all of us mothers! I hope you’re relaxing, being treated well by all the kiddos and enjoying a little “you” time. I’m looking forward to a some sewing time and the Triangle Modern Quilt Guild meeting tonight. I’m also curious to see what my kid has been cooking up all yesterday evening in her room. I suspect I’m getting ready to be sporting the awesomest silly band bracelet or necklace ever!
Given that it is Sunday, I thought it a good time to tell favorite bad ass Madre Geekery story. Truth: My mother was ready to get in a fist fight to bring home Super Mario Brothers 3 for Christmas. Remember back in 1990, before amazon and EB games pre-orders, you had to go to toy store on game release day and hope you get one of the eight or ten copies that they had. Super Mario Brothers 3 was a big deal to me and my brother. Like most of the Nintendo kids, we had seen The Wizard and read the Nintendo Power articles and couldn’t imagine anything cooler than a mario raccoon suit. This game was going to be epic and we just had to have it. Like really – nothing else in the world matters – had to have it. According to the story, my mother had arrived at the store super early and was very near the front of the line arguably guaranteeing her one of the copies.. Rather than pass out the games to the first people in line, they unlocked the doors and started a foot race. Since it was a Christmas present, I didn’t actually see my mother busting through the toy store with elbows flying to retain her earned place in line, but I believe every word of the story. As a matter of fact, if she had to bust a lip, I bet she would have!
This game is still my favorite of the entire series and brings back all sorts of nostalgia every time I see a screen shot or hear the music/effects. I often wonder if the deep love of the game is also a little bit of love for my crazy mama.
Just for fun – Here’s an old photo of my brother and I with the Nintendo controllers in hand. This picture is dated 1988, so we aren’t playing Super Mario 3, but I bet we’re thinking about it! Oh – that sweatshirt my brother is sporting? Ghostbusters. Yep, we were pretty bad ass too.
So, Tell me a story about your mother.