Sounds like they’re both winners to me.
And I’m just the loser who got to watch.
Once again, her fantasy guy.
On our way back through NYC, we picked up Jeff on the corner of Broadway and Canal.
He was happy not to have to work the corner any more that night, and took us out for a couple drinks.
The next day, and Uncle Ted is giving us directions to get away from his house.
Well it was a great trip, and we came home to find our own tennis trophy, courtesy of Rob Dinkle.