Pool, take #2
I was a busy bee last night! I started off the evening dressed to the nines at the Hilton Hotel. The Madison Chamber of Commerce was honoring a group of dynamic business-women at a formal dinner. I saw tons of people I knew there, including my sweet table of Clarion-Ledger buddies. Plus, I felt a little bit like Cinderella in my black cocktail frock. (Stay-at-home moms don't have too many occasions at which to dress in formal-wear, kwim? I have pretty much been rocking a T-shirts-and-jeans wardrobe since I left the office last fall.)
The evening started at 6:30 p.m. and was supposed to last until something like 10:30 p.m. The only problem with that is that Tuesday night is now pool night. Sooooo, after a couple of hours at the Hilton (after dinner was served, but before the live show really got cooking), I headed out to Byram for another round of pool at This is It. (Don't worry. I brought along some extra clothes so that I could turn back into a pumpkin before a second night of billiards humiliation.)
I had actually tried to practice during the week, but I discovered that most places that have a pool table don't open much during the morning/early afternoon. And since that's when booger's sleeping or at Mother's Morning Out, that's the time I have. Soooo, that effort was a wash.
Anyhoo, I was in luck last night. The person I played against was better than me, but not crazy-better. It made for a little bit less of a bloodbath, which I was grateful for. And, hey, I made more points last night than I did last week. That's progress, isn't it? Onward and upward . . .
Oh, and HERE'S and interesting tidbit - today, when I was picking booger up at Mother's Morning Out, I bumped into a man, also there to pick up his kids, who said to me, "Hey, I remember you from last night!" And I was thinking - the Hilton? And he said, "You played pool!"
Just call me Ace. What a small, small world.
The evening started at 6:30 p.m. and was supposed to last until something like 10:30 p.m. The only problem with that is that Tuesday night is now pool night. Sooooo, after a couple of hours at the Hilton (after dinner was served, but before the live show really got cooking), I headed out to Byram for another round of pool at This is It. (Don't worry. I brought along some extra clothes so that I could turn back into a pumpkin before a second night of billiards humiliation.)
I had actually tried to practice during the week, but I discovered that most places that have a pool table don't open much during the morning/early afternoon. And since that's when booger's sleeping or at Mother's Morning Out, that's the time I have. Soooo, that effort was a wash.
Anyhoo, I was in luck last night. The person I played against was better than me, but not crazy-better. It made for a little bit less of a bloodbath, which I was grateful for. And, hey, I made more points last night than I did last week. That's progress, isn't it? Onward and upward . . .
Oh, and HERE'S and interesting tidbit - today, when I was picking booger up at Mother's Morning Out, I bumped into a man, also there to pick up his kids, who said to me, "Hey, I remember you from last night!" And I was thinking - the Hilton? And he said, "You played pool!"
Just call me Ace. What a small, small world.
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