The Joy of Love assignment today is to photograph hands. Doing something you love. BSD and I used to play darts all the time while we were dating. I think we knew where every dart board was located on O'ahu.
We used to especially love to play darts at the Sugar Bar on the North Shore. The Sugar Bar was a biker bar. A dive bar. With cheap beers. Sketchy patrons. And darts.
Our favorite dart-playing adventure was the night two bar stool bums challenged us to a game of Cricket. Losers buy the next round. These two locals thought they had the game in the bag. A couple of haoles. No problem.
Little did they know that the more I drank, the better I got. And that night I drank. A lot. So I was good. Really good. Those two bar stool bums didn't know what hit them. But they went down. And BSD and I toasted our win with two Coronas. On them.
We haven't played in years. Since before we had the ballerinas. But for Valentine's Day this year I got BSD some "love darts." Just like cupid would shoot.
And this weekend we taught the ballerinas how to play.
Good times. Ahhh. Good times.