Whee, Eurythmics over Rendezvous

sweet dreams are made of cheese / muenster swiss and viennese

This music is intrinsically tied to memories of Peter driving me back from a Hingham pizza parlor. It's dark and I have a hot large pizza on my lap, and I'm listening to period music (not period at the time) over Peter's car stereo. Probably I just played Karate Champ while waiting for pizza to be made and did badly, because I can't get past the second board, because the game's AI lets you pull the cheesy jump-over-then-back-kick trick only on the first red guy.