Not much to talk about tonight, but we had a few late games of basketball with just folks from church and friends from everyone’s places of employment tonight. We had eight people show up at the FLC building and ran a couple four-on-four games. First game I sucked and don’t want to talk about it. We still won but I didn’t do what I could to help the team out enough. Second game I caught fire. Well, not fire necessarily, but I cleaned house on the offensive boards and put in seven buckets down low. Then I won it with my first three-pointer of the night, we won 21-17. That second game definitely was good. I had 9 points, a few blocks and a massively crazy number of rebounds.

Before that second game, I was the one picked last for our team. That happens most of the time, and for some odd reason it makes me happy because I’m not really expected to do much, but I do well because I’m motivated to show people I really don’t suck at basketball. Then someone will pick me 2nd in the next game and I’ll suck it up for some reason. Don’t know why.

The best thing about tonight was that it was all people we’re familiar with, and no street balling crybabies ruining the experience of the game. It was good to get a few of us together who had run a few games before, with a relaxed atmosphere and not having to deal with potty mouthed 12-year-olds or hecklers from the bench who have nothing better to do than jeer everyone on the court.

So it was a great night of basketball.

UPDATE: Clarification on the middle part of this post. I found out my friend Danielle is getting married by reading her MySpace page, and my mom telling me. Simply put, I heard it secondhand instead of from her. Not too happy about that.

Turning to more cheerful news, the girl I hope to get engaged to within the next couple years or so is turning 23. That’s right, faithful readers, Aftan Rehling is nine months older than I am and her birthday is tomorrow. I like the fact that she is turning 23, because that I am dating someone older and wiser (in most regards — love you Afty) than I am. Remember me writing about sending her a Furby for her birthday gift? It was far from that — I bought her a Coach purse that she thoroughly enjoys. She had been wanting it for so long and I did a thorough job of convincing her I couldn’t buy it, and all the time in the Coach store in Washington Square Mall, I was taking photos of the purse she said she wanted with my camera phone and she didn’t even see me. Oh Chris Brewer you are so sneaky.

Sadly for me, Aftan’s in North Dakota now visiting family and they live in the sticks so her cell phone does not get any reception. Which means over the next few days I won’t be talking to her too much at all, and that sucks. I hope I can at least tell her happy birthday.

Anyway, I’ll be posting a special birthday bulletin on here tomorrow for her, so leave her lots of comments, and love.

Speaking of love, I love sleep and it’s time I get to bed.