Coffee and Small Balls

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Coffee and Small Balls


“Nothing you do or say...Love on the Rocks”-sing it to me Neil. Soothing sap from the two billboard legends. Whitney Houston just finished asking me “didn't we almost have it all”. Easy Rock...keep away from the sharp objects.

Bound and determined to escape the comforts of my own home I headed to Maguire Street. A swanky little area for the above average. No makeup, no shower, I grabbed the pants I wore yesterday and a sweater, I obviously didn't read the instructions when washing because my naval shows if I make any upward body movements. No one wants to see my love handles....the other voice in me says, “Don't look”.

I started at Starbucks, but I was not happy to find that I would have to pay to use the Internet. Next, Le Bagel, they sat me right away. I have been here 2 other times. Each of those ended with me walking out with a tick from irritation. The service is awful. One waitress, who apparently sleeps amongst the bagels at night was here again. Without fail she wasted no time trying to faked a smile instead she spat her unfriendly words at me while using threatening non-verbal gestures. (A very hard talent to master.) I paused for a moment wishing so much I could help her with whatever it is that makes her so unhappy. With a smile and bad French I ordered. “Time after time” plays through the speakers...how apropos.

I had to sneak a photo of this guy....totally French, right. I pretended to be taking a photo of the street then at the last minute swung it in his direction. Crafty photog. Work... Note the cream on white fashion risk, but he is owning it, snap.

Making it a weekend of "new", I suggested that we go bowling. Maybe a bit of forced effort to have fun, but whatever. Some of us went and quickly found out that some of us suck at bowling. Serious question, have you ever seen small balls? Get your mind out of the gutter, no pun intended, but how funny. (Now I know where that expression came from...thank you bowler people that's a good one.) I had never seen small balls, my husband and his friend had never seen small balls....but that is all they had. Small balls.


*We all look like we have jaundice due to the monochromatic yellow hues.

It is for that reason alone, it was the fault of the small balls that I never made it into the triple digits. Well, not really. I have never been a good "sports" person. The final score also exhibits...we are all pretty bad. This will most likely remain a once in a great while outing.