when i was the coolest person in the bar for two minutes

Tension was high. we were down three cups and everyone was watching. we weren't even supposed to be in this tournament. Beirut Partner and i both knew that we should be doing at least four other things on a Sunday night, with work and sleep being at the top of the list.

But now we were in it to win.

Hoping and praying to make some headway, i shot.

::Splash::

i heaved a huge sigh of relief. the hockey guys we were playing looked down at the cup contemptously and kept talking, leaving the cup on the table.

Beirut Partner took her stance up behind the line to shot. i leaned over, "You realize we're getting slammed right?" She laughed and turned back to shoot. The ball left her hands, arcing high.

::Clink::

Dead silence. Then chaos erupted.

"DEATH CUP! THEY HIT DEATH CUP!!!"

now Beirut Partner are jumping up and down like we just won the lottery, people are cheering, and the smile on my face hurts it's so wide. i'm hugging my partner so hard i think her ribs were cracking, and it is one of the only times in my life that i was okay with squealing like a little girl.

Beirut Partner stops for a second, looks across the table and points her finger at the cocky hockey players standing stunned just five feet away and barks, " You. Lose."



i'm still grinning thinking about it.