Haunted Exercise Clothes

Lauren, I hope you don’t mind that I’ll tell the story, because I know you are sorting out the photos at the moment. And there are loads of them, because, crickey what an adventure!

The 3 of us were joined by the HH9-sisters. Bespectacled with a jar of pickles each and velvet capes we met at Denny’s parking lot. We had to postpone 2 days, because I – being from a different continent – showed up at a Denny’s parking lot not fit for the the likes of velvet powerhouses the 5 of us are, taking it up with this misleading sport.

Once united we went straight to resolve Lauren’s sister being in a pickle situation. We were super fortunate that the HH9 sisters with us: Not only did they have pickles but also crackers. We approached the weakest link aka the referee first, serving him pickles and crackers on an unused pickle ball paddle. It fitted perfectly.

The referee interrupted the game immediately, being so smitten with this alternative of having a ball of a pickle! Forthwith, the rules of the game are as follows: A restricted amount of minutes of pickleball, followed by an unrestricted amount of minutes for having pickles and crackers together. Lauren’s sister agreed and actually is also willing to wear a velvet cape whilst playing pickleball. Also, as it turns out, she is fantastic at it so we all cheer her on!

PS: We are thinking of excelling to a cheese pickle paddle board next time.

PPS: Annie, you are invited. See you at dawn at Denny’s.

Couldn’t have told it better myself.

Count me in.

It took my sister on a business trip just two days ago; we ride at dawn to liberate them! I’m wearing velvet for the aesthetic high ground.

Hi Eli and Lauren, I don’t know what pickle ball is but anybody who is ready to ride at dawn … can I join? : ) Can take the only velvety thing I own with me (aka sofa cushion) and willing to make a cape out if it, needs must.
PS: Where shall we meet?

Where the sun’s first rays hit the Denny’s parking lot!

My sister and I are joining you because we were both laughing out loud reading your exchange not realizing we were reading the same thing. I’ll bring snacks!!

I also saw pickle ball and thought “mmm I would love to eat a pickle” which tells you where my primary interests and motivations lie.

I nominate we start a version of pickle ball with actual pickles involved. Maybe you get to eat a pickle after you win a point?

I was likewise disappointed that no pickles are involved.

In a burst of motivation I bought new bathers and have been carrying them around along with a towel in my “I’ll swim straight after work” romance. Been a few weeks now.

There is a lovely (FREE) indoor pool around the corner from my apartment. At least twice a week I think, “hmm, could I become a ‘swim some peacefully invigorating laps before work’ kind of gal??”). I have not yet become her. But maybe..? Someday?