I am not the bragging type. Not at all. Instead, I prefer for you to experience the fullness of me at any given time. And that’s with anything I do. Writing, education, parenting, work, partying…whatever!
So one thing that I’m pretty good at is playing ping pong–a game I grew up playing. We had one in our basement. I played with my dad, my brother, and an high school boyfriend.
For years, every Christmas holiday, I would contemplate buying one but I didn’t. Not really sure why. However, when I moved back into my house after the fire in 2019, I bought one. Put it smack dab in my dining room. I didn’t have a dining room table at the time and it just made sense. After a few months, though, that seemed silly so I did the grown up thing and bought a darn dining room table.
But the desire to play that game was always there.
Then came Pong Detroit in 2020 (this after Drive Table Tennis Social Club closed it’s doors in 2019). I was going to get there. Didn’t know when? Didn’t know with who?
This past Wednesday was the day. My new boo was the who.
Now my new boo and I haven’t talked about my love for ping pong or my history with it. But when I first mentioned that I wanted us to go, the first thing he declared was that he was going to destroy me.
“Oh yeah?” I replied. “OkaY.”
Let me tell you…new boo left that spot with his tail between his legs! In all fairness, it was a great game. I finally had a formidable opponent. We might make this a weekly thing…unless I scared him away.
Lesson here: Don’t tell ’em what you’re gonna do, Show ’em. LOL
I’m riding that victory out all weekend!