7-5, 6-4, singles tennis. I'm not used to winning tennis matches because, well, I've had basically no coaching and picked up everything from watching it on TV. For whatever reason, suddenly my service has gained some m.ph. (probably due to the new proper handshake grip) and even got 2 Aces 'cause I hit it so hard. Even had a particular great rally: I served, plenty of heat, it hit the top rim of my friend's racquet, it went 30 feet straight up into the air, landed to my left while facing sideways; about 2 feet from the baseline; I had to turn 45* so my back was to the net, and swung my racquet from my feet straight up into the air, basically 100% of the time is just a reckless and impossible desperation shot. The ball shot straight up behind me, and landed on the other side of the net, in play, about 1 inch from the net and about 8" left (on that side) of the out-of-bounds singles line, yet my friend was waiting there, the ball took a high bounce, he hit to my far right corner, I backhand it back & he was up playing the net, he hits it to my forehand, and I lobbed it high over his head & behind him and said, "Go for a walk!" and he was unable to return the point. I had never had that much luck on a point that seemed to be doomed. The ricochet the ball took off the rim of the racquet was extremely unusual, which surprisingly had a lot of topspin on it; hence it flying right past me. Suddenly I have range again; a huge advantage from dropping all of that weight.

Let's see, what else… for lunch we went to a local tavern and they screwed up my patty melt. This young hot brunette waitress comes and asks our order (a friend of my friend also joined us) and then…

Mark: "yeah I'll have the patty melt."
Waitress: "Do you want cheese on that??!"
Mark: **pause** "Um, yes, yes please."
Waitress: "What kind do you want?"
Mark: "What kind do you have?"
Waitress: "Well we have American, cheddar, provolone, mozzarella and swiss."
Mark: "American, please."
Waitress: "Thank you!"

Mark in thought: " 'do I want cheese??' Um, the 'melt' part of a patty melt is the cheese! What's the melt part to you, the sautéed onions??? The rye bread??? Does rye bread melt in the pan??"

Oh yeah, they screwed up the cheese. I ended up with swiss. Which is fine, whatever. I'm not gonna make a scene over something trivial like that; and besides it took them 10-15 minutes to finally take our order despite it being 1:10pm and the place was practically empty, 35-40 minutes to wait for the food and I was starving from the ass-kicking I gave at tennis. And of course, she didn't end up serving our food (someone else did), nor with separate checks. Good thing she'll get by in life on her looks. Yeah she was that hot.