I feel slightly better about things now…
Lenny and I got thrown on the same kickball team again,
without even trying. In fact, we both signed
up separately and agreed it would be fun to be put on different teams so we
could talk shit to each other… instead, we’re now having to work together. Hah
The first week was fun.
We didn’t make it too obvious at the game that there was anything going
on between us. And, until people started
leaving the bar, we didn’t really make it obvious at the bar that there was
something going on between us… but by the end of the night, some people
knew. Or, rather, I think they thought
we were just going to hook up that night.
Our second game of the season was a late game, so as a team,
we decided to meet at the bar at 7:30 to start drinking and then we’d walk over
afterwards. Apparently, Lenny and I are
the only ones who take drinking seriously, though, because we were the only
ones who showed up on time. Which also
means that by the time we got to the park, we were drunk and holding hands…
And now the whole team knows what’s going on. So much so, that after the game at the bar, a
couple of the teammates were like, “kickball comes first, right you guys? No matter what. ”
Of course kickball comes first.
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