Got totally freakin’ hustled.

I sauntered in late last night expecting to sleep late this morning and maybe do a little shopping, a little gourmet fooding, and spend some quality time with my guy, but alas, it was not to be.

I was roped into filling in for a chick that decided not to play scotch doubles. She told her partner yesterday.

I hemmed and hawed for while because I had reservations at 8:00 p.m. at an AWESOME restaurant that I had made two weeks in advance. Food vs. Pool? Dammit.

According to the brackets, if my partner and I are undefeated, I can still make the reservation. If I lose, then good ol’ Kady’s Coffeehouse Crap is on the menu. I’d better win this sh*t, or the world is going to have to deal with a small, viciously hungry Asian psychotic.

I’ll post more later. Sorry about lack of photos, but I’m a little busy trying to earn dinner for me and my guy.