If I have a bar someday, I’m putting karaoke and beach volleyball in first day. I did a show at a bar last week on a Saturday – 15 people showed up to benefit our military. I went to the same bar – 250 people on a Thursday after 10 pm. Amazing, and kind of sad. My comedy act isn’t that bad, am I right? Ha ha! (Punch self in face)
I didn’t want to play, but I showed up. Out of six, two others made it. Great. We got two strangers to play and it was on. I am above average in volleyball, but you can’t really hold a beer and play, so it’s not my favorite. Luckily, our sixth teammate rolled in about 1/3 of the way through the first game. Thanks for being punctual! Of course, none of the guys said anything, because she was pretty, which meant when she stood and watched as the ball bounced right in front of her, all she got from the single guys was “It’s OK! You were close!” Yuck. I wanted to spike it at my own team after about three of those.
We lost, which didn’t bother me since I was subbing anyway, but on the way home some idiot was texting while driving and careened into the concrete wall. Normally, not an issue, except thanks to the fourteen year highway project going on, I was stopped three miles from my house for almost a full hour since everything is single lane. No worries, in thirteen more years when I’m 46, I won’t have to worry about that at all! Hopefully, we’ll have flying cars, but knowing how fucking stupid people are, someone will be playing Dance Dance Revolution and flying their space car into a median, holding me up for three days when the plutonium leaks out.