Afternoon pool

Charlotte called me at 2 to ask me what I was doing. I was on a bus heading south. I had had a meeting at one at my former place of employment, and then walked up to the ICP to find it closed on Mondays. She asked me if I wanted to play pool at around four. She was sick of working and had decided to take the afternoon off. I thought about the dog I had to walk and the work that I had lined up in the afternoon for a moment before saying yes.

The dog walked and my work postponed, I met Charlotte on the corner of Christopher and Seventh. She had gone home to change. A gym bag hung by her side. She led us to an unassuming door just west of the intersection. A sign said live jazz.

We played for two hours. I need to take lessons. There are a few things that I still can't seem to figure out. We chatted while we played. Charlotte told me that her friends aren't so interested in playing pool. In Asia, she told me, the pool halls are seedy.

We bet dinner on one frame and I lost at the break, scratching the cue ball. Charlotte wanted something light; she was going to the gym later. She asked me what was nearby then brightened. "Isn't the Corner Bistro around here?" she asked. I said yes. She had had a burger in midtown for lunch and told me that it couldn't compare to those at the Corner Bistro. So much for eating light . . . Posted by eku at July 27, 2004 10:40 AM