Ok, I failed. On the other hand, whisky is lovely.
I missed this weekend. Well, from a ‘keep my pact with Gareth and update this damn blog everyday’ point of view. From a ‘have some fun, see some mates and kick some ass on the squash court’ point of view, I’m doing just fine baby.
So it was Superbowl Sunday yesterday. We had a great day. Scotland sucked and lost to France in the 6 Nations, but that was really the only blight. I won at poker (well, this could be contested. It was down to me and Mitchell and I was smoking his ace (edit. I meant ass). Gman came into the flat so, in order to finish the game, I put a massive bet down on a pair of fours. I wouldn’t do that, normally. So morally, although we drew, I win), and the Saints beat the Colts in the Superbowl.
Friday night was excellent. I went ’round to G’s house and we got caught up on all the goings on with my former social group. It’s funny how quickly people can become part of a ‘former’ friend group, but also interesting how easy it is to slip back into a conversation. I guess when you know people that well….
Saturday was also ace. Hazel and Chris had me(Sue and her odd ballooning friend, Iain and his son Tim) over for dinner. They have a new table tennis table in the garage and I can attest to the fact that whisky + table tennis = hilarity.
So no grief about missing two days of shitty writing. I have fun to do.
-j
