Does it matter?

Apparently not!

Yesterday’s singles league dart match against Billy didn’t go as expected. She’s one of the top players and I was anticipating a hard fought battle and a close match. I was only half right. I started out by winning all five legs in 501. And then I swept the cricket legs as well. I won the first leg in the 301 competition to take an 11-0 lead. Billy won the next 3 legs in a row, and I took the last 301 game for a final score of 13-3.

The match was much closer than the final score would indicate. All the legs were tough battles that could have gone either way, I just somehow managed to come out on top most of the time. I was very surprised by my performance. Pleasantly surprised, for a change.

After darts, I headed out to what is rapidly becoming my new favorite bar–It Doesn’t Matter. I like the friendly neighborhood pub vibe, a place where like-minded locals hang out and shoot the shit. I spend all my time sitting in the outdoor portion of the bar. I just don’t like sitting inside to drink anywhere these days it seems. I enjoy the street views and watching people walk by, that’s much more entertaining than the indoor activities (pool and bargirls).

Some of my fellow travelers from last night. Actually, the guy in the middle, Cliff, is one of the owners. The shy girl next to me is Roan. I bought her lady drinks and dinner in exchange for her company. She even laughed at my jokes!

About that dinner, IDM doesn’t have a kitchen but food delivery from Myleen’s, conveniently located just around the corner, is available. Myleen’s is a relatively new place in town that I hadn’t had a chance to try yet, but it gets consistently good reviews. Mexican and pasta dishes are their specialties. I decided to save the Mexican for another night and wasn’t feeling like lasagna, so I did a sweet and sour pork dish.

I was actually a little disappointed. Take-out of course is not the same experience as dining in, but the plastic fork I was provided didn’t cut it. The pork pieces I mean. I thought the meal would have been better served if the pork had been bite-sized. Next time, I’ll hopefully be up for the Mexican.

Anyway, it was a pleasant afternoon and evening out on the town. Not that it matters.

Fallin’ and spinnin’
Losin’ and winnin’
Keepin’ my head

Watchin’ for signals
Wearisome vigil
Was I misled
I remember you said that you
Don’t want to forget me
It doesn’t matter
Which of our fantasies fled

Lonely and winsome
Calling for someone
Living right now

Something is shallow
Ugly and hollow
Doesn’t even allow
You to want to know how you might
Live for the living and
Give for the giving. Living
Moment by moment
One day at a time
It doesn’t matter
It’s nothin’ but dreamin’ anyhow

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