We spent JD's birthday at this placed called "Main Event". It's essentially a grown-up arcade, and JD is one competitive son-of-a-gun. I can be. Once I get comfortable.
We played a few rounds of basketball, ski ball, Pac-Man. He pretty much dominated, and he loved it. Until we got around to playing air hockey. Now, I am no good at this game, but I had luck on my side, and I was up 4-1. You could see the competitive scowl curling up around the edges of his face. And I loved it.
He started catching up: "Are you letting me score on purpose?"
"No," I smiled coyly. More scowling. More grinning.
He ended up beating me 7-5. My luck doesn't last long. In any matter.
We enjoyed a nice Italian dinner after he got his fill of whooping me.
We did our usual: texting each other when we got home, and making plans for later in the week.
No surprise here, but those plans fell through.
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