Tonight, a few minutes into hitting, it started to rain. Almost everyone decided to go for an early dinner.
But Terry and I stayed and played against Dan and Mary.
"Safety first" — i.e., not running for a ball because the court was slippery — ensured that this wasn't the best tennis ever.
Mary asked, "Are you going to blog about this?" She was kidding, but I like a (moderate) challenge.
It continued to drizzle. The balls got waterlogged. Oosh.
But this being my first Monday of tennis this summer, I was glad to be out there hitting badly. (If you're wondering, Dan and Mary took the set, 6-4.)
So then we went to Hooters. Apparently Becky wanted to "try something new" last week, and this was also the choice tonight.
We sat at the same table as last week. I think we even sat in the same seating arrangement. My burger was just okay (better than the buffalo nuggets and stumpy fries I had before).
When Kevin and Colleen arrived, he said, "We're here to meet a bunch of morons."
The hostess said, "The tennis people are over there."
Mediocre tennis and mediocre food? Sounds like an okay Monday to me.
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