No More DDR Doubles

My short-lived experiment playing Dance Dance Revolution with two dance pads has been ended while I still have my skull intact.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to jump from pad to pad when both are situated on a hardwood floor. Especially a hardwood floor covered with cat hair. You wouldn’t know it, but that stuff’s as slippery as butter on ball bearings.

It was really kind of fun while it lasted, though. If I had carpet, or the time and inclination to lay down some rugs, I’d try it again. Thing is, my apartment doesn’t have the room for two dance pads, anyway.

I’ll be taking a short break from DDR anyway to get over whatever brand of ebola my husband saw fit to transfer to me. Cough cough.