“Then no! You’ll kick my butt and everyone will see!
I’ll probably peel the green stuff off the table. I’ve done that
before. That time, no one was impressed with me. I just about
got kicked out. I wasn’t even drunk, sad to say.”
Steph laughs. “Okay. So we can just watch someone
play pool or darts. But not a sports bar. Because watching that
is pretty boring. Unless there’s bowling on. Bowling is
alright.”
“Do you seriously bowl?” I find that really funny. I get
this mental image of someone in plaid pants doing that weird
stance where they put one foot behind the other after they
heave that massive ball down the lane.
“I’ve done it before.”
“Me too. It was also shitty. I’m not very good at
sports.”
“Me either. My brother is though. And my family likes
to do a bit of everything. I’ve tried lots of things once. Almost
every sport.”
“Crazy. Does your family play tennis?” Shit. Why did I
say that? Because rich people play tennis and go to lunch at
country clubs and eat tiny sandwiches and fish eggs? Fuck my
life. I wait for Steph to get mad, but she doesn’t.
“No.” She laughs and starts the car. “They sure don’t.”
“That’s kind of a relief.”
“Is it?”
“Do they golf?”
“My dad does. My brother hates it.”
&n
bsp; “Oh. Well, golf is okay. My dad golfs too. My mom
sometimes does as well. Not together. God, they would never