The fact that people are actually reading this thing fills me with something akin to terror. Not Irony-Watching-Labyrinth-and-the-Fieries-Come-On terror, but Seeing-Someone-Wearing-Slouch-Boots-in-August terror.
Anyway, the other night Puppy gave me a call on one of the legs of his cross-country trip, because he was entirely too drunk to work the keypad on his phone to respond to my text message. He was in Chicago about to play Rolly Ball.
Do y'all know what Rolly Ball is?
It's Jai Alai, but in bumper cars. And there's a bar on the premises.
Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever heard of? There should be a Rolly Ball center in every city. Imagine stupid Red Sox fans imbued with a false sense of invincibility because their team won once, liquored up and flinging balls at eachother! What could be more wonderful?
Besides the pool. Where I am going now.