i really need to start carrying my moleskine around with me everywhere – i mean everywhere.
i have this bad habit of thinking about something that would be fun to write about all the while convincing myself that, “oh, i can remember this until i actually have time to sit down and write!” only to end up staring at the blank screen on the computer with that ever-loved yet ever dreaded flashing insertion point.
i have a moleskine – that’s not a problem. i just need to remember to carry it around with me. (next time you see me, ask me to show it to you – keep me on my toes!)
a few weeks ago, a friend and i made a bet on a college football game.
my team was the significant underdog – a small college from my home part of the country was taking on the big boys of the city that i now call home. the “experts” in vegas predicted my team a 19-point underdog, and i took offense to that.
my friend (who is a big fan of the other team) and i decided to make a little wager – nothing too expensive – on the outcome of the game. we decided on a bottle of beer would go to the winner.
feeling more optimistic than the odds-makers in vegas, i offered her a spread of 13 – meaning that her team had to beat mine by 14 points or more for her to win the bet. seeing that i was willing to give some points to her team, she took the bet.
my team only lost by 3 points (and nearly won the game, i might add).
today at work she brought me my beer. as i was walking in to the office past her desk, she handed me a bottle without saying a word. when i saw the label, i laughed a hearty laugh, a good, soul lifting laugh. this was what she bought me: