Last night we drank (too much) beer and played beach volleyball with some other expats. I stayed off the court for as long as I could (I hate sports!), but ended up playing the last game. I think that because of my totally-wicked (pawha!) serves, I earned about five points (out of the 15 that we needed to win). I also think that my mess-ups earned the other team three points, which ultimately caused our defeat. Someone complimented me on my useage of the word “fuck,” saying that it was forceful and well-delivered.
Even though I hadn’t played volleyball since grade six, I somehow really hoped to tap into some secret talent and be really great and be the star of the show. It went exactly opposite, however, and I played like I thought I’d play: suckily.
