Okay, so I guess my first friend’s date went well. They are still on it two days later. And, who knows when she’s coming back!
I’m writing a little ahead of events because tonight I will be at the Sacramento Monarchs game against the San Antonio Silver Stars. A very substantial bet is on the line, one I don’t intend to lose, even if it means filling in for 3-point star Kara Powell myself. Sure it’s been 25 years since I played any kind of competitive ball, the rules aren’t the same, I’m old, creaky, and cranky, but I can do it if a bet’s on the line, so Kara—do a good job, huh, for all of our sakes.
The critical part of the vacation, finding just the right place, is done. Four glorious days of beach time await me in the near future and will be a fine and fitting way to mark the occasion of my mom’s first bout with excruciating labor—45 years ago. Mom, sorry, you can’t come along.
Why do I have this overwhelming craving for a Jamba Juice and Mexican food?
Here with this late update. The Monarchs rallied after some serious bad playing to win the game 75-69. The lead was tossed back and forth a few times and it was a close enough game that I was having some major heart palpitations. Winning a sweet victory on a bet is a beautiful thing.
O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!
~ John Keats
Published on: Jun 22, 2006
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