The night of 5 playas
Sounds dirty, doesn't it?
Mom and I went out for Japanese and who did we sit at with? David Lee, Corey Brewer, 2 short men I didn't recognize and the one player who looks permanently sad and maybe a little slow. I know that's a treasonous way to refer to our do-no-wrong basketball allstars, but I'm not good with names.
I sat next to the meloncholy one.
I have this theory that men are just women who don't wax their mustaches. These ladies just GOSSIPED all dinner long.
"So I axed my girl what da matter and she said I saw you kissin dat girl and I said baby I wadn't kissin no body."
"Duuuuuude I saw you kissin her..."
"We di'n't make out, we just hooked up, yo."
Personally I thought "hooking up" was "making out"'s slutty cousin. Aparently, not so.
They also talked about Billy Donovan, who I gather is a tender man with great connections who can be rough when the boys act up.
At the end of the meal, good old Davy picked up the tab for the boys by whipping out his credit card nestled between two of at least 3 $100 bills. The best part at when he asked his fellow teammates if anyone had $10 bucks for the tip. $10! 5 huge men eating each at least a $17 meal and the tightwad only wanted to leave $10. I took comfort in knowing that I wasn't the worst tipper in Gainesville. I suppose if I tipped less and saved more, I, too, could drive a tricked out black Lincoln Navigator (pun intended).
And in case you are wondering what our tall and clumsy basketballstuds eat, they ordered either steak or chicken with shrimp, except the shortest one who had filet and scallops double or triple rice and no veggies. Each drank Sprite, except Corey, who had water and sprite. The one with the filet wanted a lemon in his.
And no, they didn't dribble.
Mom and I went out for Japanese and who did we sit at with? David Lee, Corey Brewer, 2 short men I didn't recognize and the one player who looks permanently sad and maybe a little slow. I know that's a treasonous way to refer to our do-no-wrong basketball allstars, but I'm not good with names.
I sat next to the meloncholy one.
I have this theory that men are just women who don't wax their mustaches. These ladies just GOSSIPED all dinner long.
"So I axed my girl what da matter and she said I saw you kissin dat girl and I said baby I wadn't kissin no body."
"Duuuuuude I saw you kissin her..."
"We di'n't make out, we just hooked up, yo."
Personally I thought "hooking up" was "making out"'s slutty cousin. Aparently, not so.
They also talked about Billy Donovan, who I gather is a tender man with great connections who can be rough when the boys act up.
At the end of the meal, good old Davy picked up the tab for the boys by whipping out his credit card nestled between two of at least 3 $100 bills. The best part at when he asked his fellow teammates if anyone had $10 bucks for the tip. $10! 5 huge men eating each at least a $17 meal and the tightwad only wanted to leave $10. I took comfort in knowing that I wasn't the worst tipper in Gainesville. I suppose if I tipped less and saved more, I, too, could drive a tricked out black Lincoln Navigator (pun intended).
And in case you are wondering what our tall and clumsy basketballstuds eat, they ordered either steak or chicken with shrimp, except the shortest one who had filet and scallops double or triple rice and no veggies. Each drank Sprite, except Corey, who had water and sprite. The one with the filet wanted a lemon in his.
And no, they didn't dribble.