Mr. UB & I were out being social last night. The girlfriend of one of his groomsmen was celebrating her birthday at a cool little bar in downtown L.A. The group of us were playing pool -- mostly very poorly. (It was a friendly game, and the table didn't even have an 8-ball.)
After one particularly spectacular missed shot by Mr. UB, he muttered something to one of his buddies. I waited a beat, then turned to the person closest to me.
Me: Ginina, did he just say, "If these pockets were dragons, I'd be killing this game!"?
Me: (pause) I'm marrying that.
Ginina: (grinning) Yeah!
I know you're jealous.