Monday, February 21, 2011
Mike has always thought he and I have some sort of psychic connection—and he might be right—but it always makes me laugh when he sees me and says, “I knew you were coming!” … especially when I had told him exactly when I’d be coming.
He did that today. And I laughed.
It was a full house for Trivia. Mike and Charlie were trading off a long series of correct answers, but even though Gully had brought me a delicious cup of hot chocolate, I just wasn’t firing on all cylinders—especially when the topic switched from “words that start with s-t-a-r” to war history. But it really is fascinating just to listen to these guys—how much they know, and how much they’ve been through.
As Trivia was winding down, Ric the poker volunteer (who doubled as our Valentines Dinner waiter) came in to set up his game table. He patted me on the shoulder from behind.
“I’d like another glass of sparkling cider,” I told him.
Rats. He wasn’t on waiter duty.
I dropped Mike off in his room on my way out, and we talked for a couple minutes and figured out when I’d be back.
“It’s a two-Bingo weekend,” I told him. “So I’ll see you Friday and Saturday.”
No need to tell him a time—he’ll sense it when I get close.
Mike has always thought he and I have some sort of psychic connection—and he might be right—but it always makes me laugh when he sees me and says, “I knew you were coming!” … especially when I had told him exactly when I’d be coming.
He did that today. And I laughed.
It was a full house for Trivia. Mike and Charlie were trading off a long series of correct answers, but even though Gully had brought me a delicious cup of hot chocolate, I just wasn’t firing on all cylinders—especially when the topic switched from “words that start with s-t-a-r” to war history. But it really is fascinating just to listen to these guys—how much they know, and how much they’ve been through.
As Trivia was winding down, Ric the poker volunteer (who doubled as our Valentines Dinner waiter) came in to set up his game table. He patted me on the shoulder from behind.
“I’d like another glass of sparkling cider,” I told him.
Rats. He wasn’t on waiter duty.
I dropped Mike off in his room on my way out, and we talked for a couple minutes and figured out when I’d be back.
“It’s a two-Bingo weekend,” I told him. “So I’ll see you Friday and Saturday.”
No need to tell him a time—he’ll sense it when I get close.
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