And the start of my three week vacation from school. I’ve got to pick-up the Mangina from the airport at 2:30. From there I would bet the farm that there will be drinks. And tomorrow is the day.
There are three things, possibly four things that these two need to play a good game of pong.
2. Room to maneuver
3. Not too much booze.
4. This maybe only true for one: A bunch of dope.
Now if you can guess which one we did have, then you might have an idea why we almost lost to some shmuck and his girlfriend in doubles. I said almost, because we did take the best of three, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. I guess what I’m getting at is that I need a table again, or become friends with someone who has one, because I am fucking rusty.
On a completely unrelated topic, another one says farewell to Minneapolis.
Thanks for the hour of free drinking, and good luck in DC.