BADminton

So a couple of weeks ago, Chase and I went over to our friends, Justin and Anna's house, for a fish fry. This was a new experience for me as a Texas gal. Normally, if Texans eat food made from outside, it is BBQ. Yum. I have to say it is hard to come by some good BBQ in these parts. However, I was pleasantly surprised at how much I really enjoyed the fried fish. It was battered in yogurt and fish fry batter, and Chase actually contributed to part of the meal by sharing some fish he caught himself. Definitely a memorable experience!

Tiffany and Jenna at Lunch

Dayna and Amy at Lunch

Well, after everyone ate, Anna announces that we are going to have a badminton tournament in their backyard. I tried to graciously bow out of this little competition as a I stink at pretty much anything athletic. Well, it turns out that several of the women there bowed out as well as they were pregnant. What kind of excuse is that!?! Just kidding. I totally understood, but it left the non-pregnant women telling me they needed me to round out the teams. I really had no option. What made it worse, though, was that I was paired up with a partner other than my husband. Good for Chase. Bad for my partner.

When I tell you that I am not athletic, I am not being modest. Really. I am NOT athletic. So, my partner and I placed last in the tournament, naturally, but the worst part of all was that I could not, for the life of me, serve the cockshuttle (that's what the little feather thing is called). Almost everytime I dropped it to serve, I missed it. It fell to the ground and I was left swinging air.

Swinging Air

The Hubby, who has amazing hand-eye coordination :-)

I have to say our friends were so encouraging as they all became cheerleaders for me. They didn't count my missed attempts at serving against us (which they did for other teams), but it was still rather embarrasing, to say the least.

The Cheerleaders

So, today I decided to pick up a little fun. I bought our own badminton set and a volleyball, just to mix things up. As I am a "performer" and "perfectionist," I am determined to not live through that kind of humiliation again. This means one thing.

Practice.

So hopefully next time I am ambushed with a badminton draft (I know what you're thinking...what are the odds?), I am prepared--well, hopefully.