so i went to play pool the other day for my girl, chi’s b-day... it was fun!

i’ve never played before... even when i was little and i was staying with my grandparents most of the time... they had a pool table, but because no one would teach me to play (probably because i was very accident- prone as a child and they didn’t see anything good coming from me playing with a large, wooden, fustigation stick (look the word up), and... what... 16? weighted spheres of death.

anyways, i’m not as clumsy anymore... though i was still determined not to play... chi convinced me that i should try...

word to the wise : you will probably NEVER get the white ball to go where you want it to if you grasp the pool stick the same as you would grasp a snow shovel...

needless to say... i was pretty terrible... but then, T convinced my to try again, and he showed me how to hold the poolstick... it’s AMAZING how much of a difference that makes... i won... but i’m sure it was beginners luck... and geez louise, chi! she had some crucial strategy on the table... she was all pulling stuff that you only see from the hustlers on cheesy sitcoms when they have a pool match... it was great! except that the pool balls rarely went in when she did that... but it was still cool! hee hee...