While I’m usually not interested in the Gnat, it’s time to take a break from tiresome matters concerning corrupt Frenchmen, tinpot dictators with lunatic little friends, scuzzy opportunists, and shoe blogging to appreciate the good things in life:
Aside from a brief summation of the night: since Bunco nights are Chuck E. Cheese’s nights, we went off in the chilly rain to the great Rat Arcade. “Do you know what the E stands for?” Gnat asked as we approached. I said I did not. At the time I was thinking how consarned adorable she looked, skipping with happiness, holding my hand, a good little kid who has no idea what’s running through my mind at the moment, how happy I am just to walk across a wet suburban parking lot with her. It’s a terrifyingly large emotion. “It stands for Excitement,” she explained.
Terrifyingly large emotions we are grateful for.