Jan 22, 2003 07:20
"Let's go to a movie," I say to Chris.
"Okay," he says to me.
Then I pulled out the plane tickets.
I don't think he was expecting that.
But hell, he gets to golf, Beth and I get to check out some flicks, and I got to drive the cart really fast. That, of course, is the best part of golfing. Because I have a swing worse than Chris's, and damn isn't that saying something?
I declared a moratorium in JC-conversation while we were gone. I'll see him in San Deigo this weekend, and I'm sure we'll get a chance to talk then. I'll make sure we do.
Meanwhile, we've got a plane to catch in a few hours. I'm going to spend some time out by the pool with Beth.