It was very, very loud. There were many large TV screens showing different kinds of games.
And it was kinda cool, though I've never been much for spectator sports. Women's fastpitch softball was an inspiration. I was pleased to see that one excellent batter was wearing make-up. I love the idea that you have don't have to give up lipstick to play ball. That we can combine whatever elements suit us individually, which makes the terrain more interesting for everyone.
The patty melt was excellent, too.
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67 elderly? I take exception. I think the fifties and sixties are the prime of life. This enables me to eat patty melts to my heart's (dis)content!
I'm 68 - soon to turn 69 - and you can call me whatever you want (elder,senior) but I don't feel old in my mind.
I'm not in Apex often, but I'll check out their patty melt when I am there!
I was making a little joke. Surely no one could consider the 60s elderly. Old starts at 80, at least for the moment.
Whew. And a good example of sarcasm not being easily transmitted in blogdom!
And people do tell me that my humor is idiosyncratic.
have a nice day! :)
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