The GuyFriend wandered into a pub over near his house for the first time a few weeks ago and found our new pastime: shooting pool. Last week the two of us went and both sucked miserably at the game. Back and forth we went, neither getting anything except the cue ball into the pocket for several turns. It would have been embarrassing except we were pretty equally bad. I won but only because he scratched at the 8-ball. So, really, he was the better player.
We’re supposed to go back later this week and I think it’s going to be a little less balanced–he’s been back to practice. No fair!
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