And no, I'm not talking about Inog's fascination with homoerotic bestiality...
No, I'm talking about pool tables. For years, they have been a source of curiosity for me. How they are designed, how they are assembled, how they are tuned and leveled... You know, curiosity.
Well, with the professionally negotiated purchase of a pool table by my pal at work, I finally had the chance.
Watching the well-practiced workmen construct the structure from the ground up was a pleasure. The new, dark alder table is smooth, level and pleasing. The process was deceptively simple, I knew, as I have stretched felt over flat surfaces before.
I lost fewer games than I expected. I figure I'm being hustled. the cash games will certainly start soon.
We need a lounge link to raven's blog. I bet she's smokin hot.
ReplyDeleteLikley she's hot, but her blog indicates she's quite the bitch.
ReplyDeleteMy mispent youth gives me a hidden pool talent
ReplyDeleteI used to love to hustle guys
That's just cause you'd bend over the table and show off your boobs.....
ReplyDeletenot true!
ReplyDeleteyou just pretend to not know what to do and the guy would come up behind you and show you - cosy....
Then we'd play a game and I'd beat them
It was fun
Oh, so you liked the coziness? I still don't believe you about the boobs, you distracted your opponents somehow....
ReplyDeletesmooth, level, and pleasing...
ReplyDeleteinteresting
Hmmm - a sport where Bri can hold onto a firm piece of wood.
ReplyDeleteFigures.