My roommate M is a bona fide pool shark. I'm not sure where she picked up her skills but she always amazes me. (Finding friends' hidden talents is so exciting!) But I'm really, very bad at pool. It's depressing because I love games, and I love beer so pool is a great medium. Last night M and I met some fellow SC alums at a sweet little bar in Brooklyn. Replete with probably the best juke box ever, lovely cocktails and some delicious sandwiches...and pool. M whipped up a game with strangers who had very, very serious pool rules. I tried to get in on it but it was getting a little ridiculous so I went back to cheerleading. On our trek back home I whined about my game and M promises we'll work on my moves. Being a semi-confident pool player could really boost my bar-going moral plus I'd join a long line of great sharks and learners alike. But I don't think I'll ever trump M's billiard swag, also the bartender lit the cocktail she ordered on fire.
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