Remember Jenga. Do you remember being rushed to the hospital after an errant blog of wood became lodged in your face? Then you don’t remember Jenga. Not real Jenga. Not Jenga for men.

Jenga took this guy’s face off.

But he’s still playing. And Jenga for men was played last night in Denver, CO at unplanned Bismarck reunion. Seriously, like everyone from Bismarck that we knew and didn’t know lived in Denver was run into at the One Up Bar, a video gamed lined place of awesomeness, PBR, and the arcade games.

 

We even ran into kids who we knew from the homeschooling socials our worried mothers dragged us to. Confident that they could teach us algebra, but wary about our social skills.

 

We ran into Saint Mary’s kids too. Brothers. With mischievous grimaces…

The One Up Bar has everything you loved as a kid, but improved upon.

The Arcade palace of my childhood (Snoopers Tons of Fun for those of you who were there and understand), didn’t have a bar selling PBR tallboys. Or girls (if there were girls there, I don’t remember. The bumper cars, Joust, Pole Position and Pacman would have made them invisible.

And Snoopers tons of fun definitely did not have an 8 foot tower of Jenga made from railroad ties.

Fact: 1 out of every three games of ultimate Jenga leads to serious trauma.

After we pay our bill at this café, we’re going to point our car towards Utah. Hopefully the fires doesn’t prevents us.

We also might have some company on the road. A friend of mine’s ex boyfriend and his current girlfriend (so what does that make us?) is talking of meeting us in Salt Lake City on Monday. We told him we’re down. Ball’s in his court, and will see if the couple turns up on Monday.

This Tomato Artichoke pizza can’t come soon enough at the Fleur Bistro in Capital Hills, Denver.

Well, I’m going to go wash my hands.