Ping Pong Sundays

My run this morning nearly killed me. Seriously, running at 7am with a margarita hangover is not smart. Not smart at all. I think I might have experienced a small coronary infarction about two miles in, not to mention the sun was beyond blinding and HOT. Despite all of these issues, I pushed through and feel 100% better. But don’t think I wasn’t cursing Ping Pong Sundays the entire time.

This summer, Casa Whoorl’s front yard has become ping pong central on Sundays. D is a great ping pong player and it just so happens that our neighbor played tennis in college and is quite the player himself. Mix in the family on the other side of us, who force us to eat things like tacos and homemade rice and beans, and I think it’s safe to say, Sunday is now officially my favorite day. The play continues for a couple of hours while the grand total of 6 children run (well, Wito crawls and cruises the side of the house) through the grassy lawns, kicking balls and laughing hysterically. And what do the non-pongers do? We keep our eyes on the children while sipping delicious margaritas. I like our job the best.

After the fierce competitors have had their fill, the gaming table becomes host for all of the delicious food. Last night it was homemade salsa, guacamole, carnitas, tortillas, rice and beans and all the fixins. I’m pretty sure I ate my body weight in pork last night. There’s just nothing like a juicy carnitas taco followed by a tart margarita. And so we eat and laugh and eat and laugh until the only light left is from the moon, straining to see each other’s faces across the lawn.

However, the very best part is listening to the unpredictable comments from the 4 and 5-year-olds. As we were discussing our neighborhood’s overactive security force, one neighbor joked that if you sneeze too loudly, the security helicopters will circle your home for 45 minutes. Without missing a beat, the 5-year-old looked up from his ice cream cone, completely exasperated, and said, “Well, YOU KNOW, a red dog and a sweater just won’t cut it anymore!”


After we put Wito down and the other children had finished dinner, the remaining kids scurried inside our neighbor’s house to play. As we continued to chat outside, we heard the leader of the pack (a 4-year-old girl) yell from inside her room, “Now, let’s get this PARTY STARTED!”

I can’t wait to hear what comes out of Wito’s mouth in the upcoming years. I have a feeling we won’t be disappointed.

  1. bethany actually

    August 27, 2007 at 6:04 pm

    Ditto what Angella said. I have a collection going of hilarious and/or inscrutable things Annalie has said in the recent past. Preschoolers are funny, funny people.

  2. janet

    August 27, 2007 at 6:07 pm

    carnitas and margaritas, you pretty much summed up my dream meal right there

  3. Andrea

    August 27, 2007 at 6:23 pm

    I want to move to your neighborhood…..

  4. May Vanderbilt

    August 27, 2007 at 7:47 pm

    Wow. You have a yard. I can’t tell you how exotic this sounds to someone who lives in downtown San Francisco.

    I constantly find myself looking wistfully back to my college days…and I went to college in Waco, Texas. BUT I had a yard and my friends and I would always make our own fun like this. We used to make up huge thermoses of G&Ts and go hot tub hopping at all the apartment complexes.

    I envy you, Whoorl, and I don’t even like ping pong. But I do like margaritas.

  5. Erin

    August 28, 2007 at 6:39 am

    I seem to remember a note on SAJ’s page about you making a mean “whoorlgarita”! Any hopes of sharing your recipe?:)

  6. Amanda

    August 28, 2007 at 3:21 pm

    I’m dieing! That sounds like so much fun! And the food! I’m drooling! Ok, enough with the explanation points. But seriously, “now, let’s get this party started!” haha! I’m dieing!

  7. OMSH

    August 29, 2007 at 10:32 am

    I have a kid like that – who says things like “That’s crazier than a baldheaded triangle. EXACTLY.

    I would LOVE to join Ping Pong Sunday affairs.


  8. Daisy

    August 31, 2007 at 7:06 pm

    I don’t know what’s better — the margaritas or the youngster quotes!