|This is like Where's Waldo--can you see me?|
Don't know what happened to that girl's Irish crystal hookup. But it was a lovely event. The idea of my entering a tennis tournament, a tournament where the main criterion for success is skill in playing tennis, is faintly hilarious, but we wound up needing all the committee members to enter the tournament to fill out the numbers for the round robin. And I was so glad I played! I only won one of my four rounds, but they fed me breakfast and lunch. A free lunch, I find, salves the sting of defeat somethin' considerable. Plus I got a gift bag and a t-shirt. HAPPINESS.
And I enjoyed my new skirt and got lots of compliments on it. MAIN THING.
One cool thing was that some of the matches were played on clay courts. I'd never stepped foot on a clay court before, and it's great. It's soft and crunchy, and it made me feel like I could slide into a full split if I needed to. A full split from which I'd never emerge.
You see, our poor podunk neighborhood has only four hard court tennis courts. Fancy Land, our neighboring 'hood, where the tournament was held, has eight hard courts and four clay courts. I must admit, I felt a twinge of tennis envy. More than a twinge. Wah! I want all those courts and I want a real on-staff tennis pro! I need these things to get my game to the next level! NEED.
I'm holding off on telling Matt that I want to move to a neighborhood with bigger and better tennis facilities. I don't think he will understand. But when I do bring it up, I'll be sure to tell you what he says.
Basically, I've caught the fever, and now a lot of my mental energy is spent scheming about how I can play more tennis and when I can play next. Our ALTA ladies doubles season is over. But did I tell you the awesome news? Matt agreed to play on the mixed doubles team with me. It is going to be so excellent! Actually we had practice tonight and it was really fun. Nighttime mixed doubles practice, I'm finding, requires more beer and lipstick than Thursday morning ladies' practice. It's a nice time, and most everyone is great. I will say, some people's husbands are kind of d-bags, you know? Just a few. But maybe that's ungenerous, I have a very, very low d-bag threshold.
I will keep you updated as our Season of Victory unfolds.