Tennis is the Summer Jam of 2010

Fuckin' A, right? Seriously if you're not playing it on repeat you better ask somebody. Its sooo much fun and its the new dance that everybody can do.

Oh yes they did!

Yesterday, sitting in my favorite taqueria, Papalote, I overheard a conversation between two over-60 women sitting at the table next to me. The first thing that caught my attention was that their otherwise sophisticated speech was peppered liberally with a surprising amount of curse words. I'm not sure if this is weird but I have a habit of trying to honor people's privacy by doing my best to not listen in on things that aren't intended for me. Or at least tune them out at intervals to keep myself from completely following along. Also, I'm partly afraid that I'll react to something they've said and thereby completely blow my cover. So, back n forth, I'm listening, one of them has been wronged by a partner, but now she's "totally fucking over it".

I'm not listening.

Someone they know, maybe one of the women's girlfriends, has to go to Washington, D.C. "that shithole".

Not listening, trying to take in the scenery, nibble at my chips, try not to get caught looking (again) at a very, very pretty woman that happens to be positioned directly in front of me.

One of the women is up for her half-year review.

"You've had a great year so far".

[In a slightly hushed tone] "My supervisor told me they're gonna give me a raise".

And then it happened...Old-lady fist pound. Across the table, fists extended, boom! I audibly gasped. I looked hungrily for someone else in the room who had seen it. My wide-eyed amazement met only the very, very pretty woman's eyes. Of course she hadn't seen it, only my crazy face looking for someone to share the moment. Fuck it, that was awesome.