Went to Sacramento yesterday so that I could attend my job interview at 9am without having to wake up at 5 to get ready. I stayed with my sister, because she was nice enough to let me, but things very quickly went all down hill.
I suggested we go out, because we don't get to see each other all that often. Neither of us really knew were to go though, so we fell back on the mall, which was ok. Then, on the way back, Melissa says, "Let's go miniature golfing!"
A little back story here. As we're leaving her apartment to go to the mall I realize that I forgot to bring a coat or sweater so I ask, as Melissa puts on her own very warm looking coat, if she has an extra that I can borrow because the night is cold.
"Nope," she answers. So I figure I just have to brave the cold and/or stay indoors as much as possible.
So when she suggests mini golf, I'm think, 'oh, brr.' I decide to agree on condition that she let me wear her coat, and to my surprise, she says yes! However, as we're exiting the car, Melissa opens the back door and pulls out a sweater, then proceeds to hand it to me.
To recap... when I asked for a coat she said she didn't have one for me. And when I said I'd play mini golf with her if she let me wear her coat, she said ok, but then pulled the old bait-and-switch by trying to give me a sweater. But, oh, it gets better.
So I'm already giving her a hard time for the coat/sweater thing when we get to the counter to pay for this round of golf. Melissa pulls out her wallet, which I let her do because of the hardships she's visited on me already. She rifles through her cards, then moans something to the effect of, 'oh no.' And that's when I realize who's going to be paying for this little game.
To be fair, Melissa's acting skills were very impressive. She even pulled out her phone to blame her room mate for not returning her card to her wallet as I swipe my own debit card.
Little did I know that the pain of the evening was not over yet! Either Melissa plays way too much mini golf, has a natural talent, or I just suck, but she womps me both games. I couldn't get that little red ball into the hole to save my life. The score would have been even worse had we not decided that the top number we'd put on the score card was 5. At the end, Melissa's scores looked like, '2,3,3,2,2,2,3,2,4and mine were more like, '4,5,5,3,4,5,5,4,3' so yeah...
I even got so desperate once that I pulled a Daffy duck. I pointed over Melissa's head and said, "Look Missa! A blimp!" When she actually turned around I nearly crowed in delight but couldn't take the time because I was busy rolling the ball towards where it needed to go. It didn't work though. I guess my bowling aim is no better than my golfing aim, because it bounced off the edge of the course and into some bushes. My sister just laughed at me because I couldn't even cheat right... and she'd actually fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Heh. Go me.
So... yeah. That was my Tuesday night.
