Have I mentioned how much I’m enjoying Olympic figure skating? Work was a little slow last night, but what did I care? I got to watch women dance around on the ice for several hours. This is how guys must feel all year long. Make a drink, watch some basketball, serve some food, watch some hockey, or some baseball or some football or some tennis. Or since we have two TVs, a combo.
I’m perfecting the art of gazing at the TV and having a conversation. I remark to a server,
“I wish I could have a figure skating outfit as a dress. They’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t think those work in real life.”
“They don’t work in real life?”
“They’re way too sparkly.”