SL/402/Motion Sickness

Several times Yetrates has invited me to watch her race cars. She has a thing about racing, whereas I'm more of a spectator. Yesterday, she informed me she had won a big race. Today, she wanted me to join her at the race track--again.

In honor of today's holiday, I told her: "Only if I can bet on your car."
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Earlier, I had brought my club (and balls) to a futuristic/fantastic dance club that Angie introduced me to called "'Inspire' Space Spark club."

The floors actually rotate as you revolve around the planets.

My goal was to knock a ball into Venus.

There were so many poseballs that my ball ended up getting lost.

About that time the moon rotated into view.

I told Yetrates I had one more ball left...that it was just for her...and to not say a goddamned word.

It sliced to the left.

This is me trying to launch myself off the dance floor while Yetrates holds me back. /

Later in the car you can see my club sticking out.

1st Life/Another sobering holiday weekend to deal with

There is a new mechanic at work named Walter who's an all-around decent guy. His mother is very near death. Today at work he was getting a lot of turmoil off his chest--impossibly hard-to-describe turmoil, which I'm sure is therapeutic. He lives with his best friend, a smart dog named Randy. He is very devoted to his dog, as well as his mother. Seeing his mother go out this way has to be the hardest experience of his life.

Another strong dog connection, this one. Another grieving situation. Another holiday weekend...

Another neighbor friend who needs strength.