I hope he doesn't mind

I met up with a few old friends tonight, and was pleased to discover talking about the past is just as sweet as it always was.

I was reminded of a story I failed to write concerning my basketball adventures. I play basketball every Wednesday. Its been a few months now, and I still do not understand the rules. I call it "running around in circles" and that's usually what it amounts to. From time to time, I leap into the air (a whole inch or two off the ground) to go up for a rebound--or just because everyone else appears to be doing it. On one occasion, and this was by far my favorite, I leaped into the air AND--get this-- came down, with both hands holding the those of a boy on the other team...fingers interlocked.

So...I tell people I have a boyfriend. I hope he doesn't mind.