Hi, I'm Abby.
I run Good Times. Not a call centre, not a franchise, just me (with a little help from my family): packing the games, driving the deliveries, setting up the croquet, and texting you back. When you book with Good Times, you're booking with a neighbour.
Est. a long time ago.
That line on the badge is a joke, but only half of one. I grew up in the era Good Times is winking at: long evenings outside, a sandwich in a plastic picnic box, games that came out of a closet instead of an app store. Nobody organized it. It just happened, and it was the best part.
Somewhere along the way, hanging out got complicated. We started scheduling it, scrolling past it, watching other people do it on a screen. A whole evening could go by with everyone in the same room and nobody actually in it.
Good Times is my small rebellion against that.
I rent the stuff that makes people look up: yard games and giant dice, sport day kits, photo booth set up (and I'm working on a 'tickle truck' of ridiculous props to go with it). But the gear isn't really the point. The point is the night it makes. The laughing, the trash talk, the photo nobody posed for, the kids and the grown-ups in the same game for once.
And this is home. Good Times is based on Vancouver Island, in the land of arbutus trees and jade-green coves, and I'm rooting for every backyard, living room, and community hall out here to get a little louder and a lot more connected, whether the good times come out of my box or someone else's.
That's me, 1979. In my favourite place, with my favourite people, and my favourite toy. Not a single worry, just a really good time.
What you can count on
Real fun. If it needs wifi, a login, or a charger, I probably don't rent it. But there are probably other great places to find it.
Well-loved gear. Everything is cleaned, counted, and checked after every single rental. Well-loved, never worn out.
Good service. You'll email a person, and a person will email back, usually with an idea or two for your party.