Friends of ours have a 22 year old son who builds sound systems. He has this crazy set-up in their living room that puts movie theaters to shame. The sub-woofers are bigger than I am. A couple days ago he invited Isaac and Calypso to come up with some of their friends. There was to be watching of action movies so the explosions could be felt as they were watched. There was to be post movie dancing. The kids were beyond thrilled. This young man lives in the middle of nowhere (good thing or the neighbors would be complaining of the noise) and said he'd drive everyone up to his folks' house.
The problem was his car didn't have space for all the kids and I had things I had to do so I couldn't go until later. So we agreed to swap cars. He took my minivan. I took his little manual Impreza. I can't say I was crushed to zip around the back mountain roads in something that handled nicely and had some actual pick-up. Did I mention he has a pretty fine sound system in his car too? Yeah, it broke my heart to have to listen to my tunes on that as well.
When I finally made it up to our friends' house for dinner the mom informed me she was making a double batch of homemade cinnamon rolls so I could take some home for the morning. During dinner we had Jeopardy on. According to house rules, we were all supposed to shout out the answer and the first one correct was expected to do an "in your face" victory dance while gloating. I did reasonably well, and then I blew them all away on Final Jeopardy, and let me tell ya, the dad gave me some very stiff competition until that point.
So to recap...
For one afternoon I got to trade the mom-mobile for a sleek little buggy with a killer sound system. I had the afternoon to myself while the kids were happily entertained. I didn't have to cook or clean up after dinner AND I was given homemade baked goods for the next day. Finally, my trivial prowess was celebrated rather than being seen as either a threat or a waste of brain space.