Good morning to you too Al.

I mean, they dont even try and talk to you.

They know the deal.

Not even try and throw coffee at you or something.

Cmon Alice.

Im just saying that its what I would do.

Okay.

Im just saying.

Dana, who I met two weeks ago, came rushing in all sweaty with her towel covering her head. Apparently she thought she was big back then, thinking that someone might recognize the all star tennis player to be playing for the other side of the team or in her case, for the other side of the court since the sport tennis doesnt have teams. Whatever. Babble mode! People might think shes ***** and its bad for tennis business, which I dont really get because how could tennis be a business? Blah blah blah.

Dana and Shane, Shane and Dana. Somehow at the beginning I thought I could hook the two up. Can you imagine? WellI sorta did. Shane was loose, very loose. like a wild child getting rowdy night and day. And Dana, well she was still in the closet and almost half way out and who could convince her to come all the way out than non other than Shane who was sooooo out and about! Well I thought that it couldve been something. So I was wrong. I admit to defeat from time to time.

Dana kept hanging out with us and I thought it was good and dandy again. She was now part of this little circle of family and friends that I have made up.

Hey Shane, Alice.

Dana ***** Fairbanks!

Alice! Keep you voice down!

God Im making it easier for you. You know if you still want to, I could still print up that story.

Dont start. Its Sunday and I need a break.

Me too. cooed Shane.

I looked at these two people sitting across from me and I cant believe that they needed a break. Its Sunday for crying out loud! Its like catch up time and what more is to catch up time than bantering and annoying the ***** out of one another. I call it deliberate communication skills, where you get right to the ***** point in any circumstances good and bad. Thats a journalist playing hard ball baby!