magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I haven't mentioned the pool table that we got at work. One night over drinks downstairs after work we were talking about going to a pool joint, and Erik.U, one of the co-presidents of PDG said, over a martini so who knew it was serious, that we should get a table for the office. A few months later, and a $25 a head collection to pay for the shipping and re-felting charges, and we've got a table in the back room.

I've been playing a couple of games, often against myself, I'm not sure why no one else seems quite as into the table, every day after work. While I was playing tonight, Chris called, 'You up for dinner?'

And an hour later, over Ethiopian food, he apologized for not getting in touch last weekend. He had holed himself up in his apartment, he said, and tried to make some art. Not entirely successfully, from the sound of it, but at least he's trying.