Evelyn’s flipping through channels on the hotel TV, and when I hear “Pillow Fighting Championship” with two muscle-bound 20-something men carrying fluffy, silky sacks, I shout, “Stop!” A collective sigh of disappointment came over us as the men stood next to the referee, waiting for the judge’s announcement of the winner. If only we hadn’t indulged in that extra slice of pizza at Ingelside, we might’ve made it in time to see the action in the nocturnal knockout.
Our car search is finally over. Thank God, Allah, the spaghetti monster, and all other gods that be. The car search game is not for the faint of heart. With budget fluctuations, the allure of new features, and the millions of cars out there, it’s a buffet that can easily make you sick. Thankfully, our friend’s car is relatively similar to ours—fewer miles, new brakes, an upgraded Bose sound system, and very comfortable padded seats. The price was definitely right, so right, in fact, that we made an extra Amazon purchase with the unspent money. Life’s feeling like a party now.
Speaking of which, we visited a cool outdoor live music venue called Society Garden, where Evelyn, Dave, and I played ping pong on an outdoor concrete table. The net was a long piece of 7-inch-tall sheet metal with their logo carved into it. As I laughed and watched Evelyn’s agility, I knew our backyard needed one too—an outdoor table that could handle storms and the occasional limb falling on it.
Growing up and in college, I had a ping pong table. At 20, I used a few nights’ worth of waitress tips to buy it, and because it was college, we put it in the living room and held tournaments, tracking the winners on a whiteboard.
I know I beat the one guy no one else could beat. That also reminds me of Costa Rica, where I played ping pong in many bars and hostels. I kicked an NFL player’s butt and faced off against a guy named Brazil, who was pretty brilliant with a paddle. So yeah, I like ping pong, and now that the vision has formed, it will come to fruition.
Today has been a very good day. I hope yours was too.
Love,
Jaclynn
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