G…. who?
so i get to the club today and find out that the ball machine is broken. well not too broken… it’ll spit out balls, but only to one place on the court. oh well. i wheeled the ball machine up to the courts anyway, to the dismay of a fellow tennis player, who was just told that the ball machine was totally broken. i offered to alternate baskets on the machine with him, but he declined. instead, after i hit about 2.5 baskets of balls, he asked me to hit with him. i’m not sure how to spell his name, but it sounds like G-who (jihu?) . he’s a nice guy, with lots of opinions on how i play the game, and a tendency to give advice on everything. hopefully we’ll meet again when he comes back from his buisness trip.
afterwards, i dropped off my film at costco, and in an act of curiosity/desperation (i had wandered montclair on foot for almost an hour) i stopped in at long john silver’s for lunchy.
big mistake.
i ended up with breaded shrimp and fish (that, plus breaded chicken are the only things they sell)… and when i say breaded, i mean that it was 50% bread by weight. i couldn’t finish it. even the hush puppies were sad.