Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
Let’s get one thing straight: Our volleyball team is terrible. Seriously.
Every Tuesday we step on the court, size up the other team, label them as dorks/losers/unathletic saps, and then we promptly get dominated. If it wasn’t so damn fun, it’d be a little discouraging.
Since our last few games have been scheduled at 9:30 (aka my bedtime), we decided to test a new strategy: Get drunk, then hit the court.
We’ve tested this new strategy for two weeks running now, and the results are in. We still manage to lose, but do we have more fun. My problem is I usually try to inhale an entire pepperoni and feta personal pizza 15 minutes prior to game time (along with half a pitcher of PBR), which generally doesn’t do good things for your ability to dive/hit/serve. I’m a work in progress.
Next week, we’re totally going to win. Or something like that.