Control: An Evening

I, Dalton Lewis, was playing a game of Starcraft 2 last night. I played zerg and built a decent army and attacked but couldn’t finish my enemy. I went back to my base and defended against a big attack. I stopped my protoss opponent’s standard gateway and immortal forces and held him off. Then I started to build more bases and workers to get into the mid-game.

My sister called. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I said.

“I’ll be by in twenty minutes,” she said. “I was trying to get the name of that Italian place that Mom and Dad used to go to near Grayslake. GPS is sending me to Libertyville.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

I built some more zerg forces. I built a decent army slowly and carefully. My opponent built some carriers. I built reasonably and was raided by zealots attacking my mineral lines. My opponent built a ridiculous number of workers and then carriers. He attacked. I lost everything.

GG.

I quit the game as my sister walked in. She smiled and hugged me and we took out the garbage and got into her car. It was frigid. She put the garbage out without her coat. I was surprised at the chill — it felt frozen.

She drove me to a pub that offered wings, burgers and pizza. She smiled. It took a minute to get a seat and for the waitress to get us drinks. She ordered a beer and I ordered a lemonade.

“The debate’s on tonight,” she said. “I should try to start to watch. I don’t even know who to vote for. I like Buttigieg but don’t know if he can win the nation, being a gay man.”

“So the Lewises have become moderates in order to win?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I like the wings here. I can get wings, or we can split a pizza.”

I looked at the menu. Burgers, wings, pizza. I looked again. Steak sandwich. That sounded good.

“Steak sandwich,” I told the waitress. “Cheddar cheese.”

“Box of wings,” my sister said.

We got our food fifteen minutes later. My sister read a blog entry that I’d written about our grandparents.

“Did you remember when Nana would give us gifts to open when we saw landmarks on the way to Muskegon to see her?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“She was great.”

We got our food and ate it. We sat there, in a pub, me enjoying lemonade, and my sister enjoying a beer. We had a fun evening. Then, afterwards, she drove to the gas station to fill the tank. We went to the grocery store and bought some soda and fruit for me. I hugged her goodbye at the end of the evening.

“Love you,” I said.

“I love you,” she said. “See you on the weekend.”

Thanks, and take care, friends.