Hope I Don't Put You To Sleep

We're in the mid-20th century, I mean, Waco, this weekend visiting Melissa's family.

Briefly, her mother's side (the Waco side) consists of her mother, step-father, half-sister, and step-brother.

Her dad's side (the Dallas side) consists of her father, step-mother, step-sister, step-brother, and half-sister.

Then, there's her real sister.

No wonder I love the holidays.

Waco is an interesting place. I enjoy making fun of it for it being such a sleepy town. It is, sometimes in a good way.

The most interesting aspect is the night life and entertainment locales. You'd think that living in a Baptist conclave, there would be nothing but Bible studies and tar-and-feathering parties on any given night. However, one not need venture very far in any direction to find a place to play eight-liners and drink the night away. And then get a tetanus shot on your way out.

Since everybody was in town, we decided to go out for a little bit, play some family games, and call it an early night. We went to one of the more decent places (it's a restaurant/bar but doesn't allow smoking until 10 pm.) in town to play foozball, pool, and shuffleboard.

The older I get, the less importance I attach to winning, at least when it comes to sports. Unless somebody starts talking junk. Then it's game on.

I wasn't upset losing at pool. I wasn't upset playing foozball with my mother-in-law - even when the first two goals were scored because she knocked the ball in our own goal. We just laughed and switched places. And went on to win both games.

Apparently, I have some hidden talent at shuffleboard. I thought the game was reserved solely for centenarians on cruises. Apparently, it is played inland as well.

Since we fully dominated at foozball, we kept the duo in tact. Good thing, because we went on the win the next two shuffleboard games as well. I know who I'm choosing first for my team next time.

I also discovered how fun text-messaging can be. Hilary is a senior in high school and at that age where the most important decision in her life is where she'll attend college.

Most of her time at the dinner table last night was keeping up with her friend's life via TM'ing. I sent my own text message to her: Stop TM'ing.

We spent the rest of the evening sending messages to each other back and forth.

Well, that's enough journaling about how boring my life is - playing shuffleboard and text messaging.

But in Waco, that's good times.