Bad day

I started my day playing with the soccer club. It was obvious that I've never played soccer before, so I didn't really humiliate myself.

The real humiliation did not happen until volleyball practice, which I joined half-way through (soccer ends at 11.5, volleyball ends at 12.5, because most soccer players had to run in the morning). I was on one side with 2 ex-players (aren't sure if they're ex-players because they're 3rd year students or they've gone to high school) and another current player, basically being rally-dummies by serving, free-balling, or down-balling to the other side with 6 full current-players. On one rotation the coach made me play middle-blocker. Up to this point I've only been passing free-balls and hadn't really swung at all, not to count the fact that I've never played middle-blocker in my life before and can't swing-block or hit 3-step quick sets to save my life. Thought I did get a few blocks, my first few swings were timed poorly and I didn't get good contact with the ball. And then, I got the timing and placement down and WACKED the ball--right into the blocker's hands--I was roofed by a junior-high school girl. Again, I never played middle-blocker before, never hit quick-sets before, and she was only like an inch shorter than me dammit.

That was the end of my humiliation, but my bad day continued right around 15:04, when I missed the train back home so I had to take the 15:45 one. Amy was waiting for the same train back to Yonago, and it never arrived. Neither did the next one at 16:15. The one after that, which was supposed to stop at our station, blew right past us without stopping. Together we waited until...17:45 for the next Yonago train to arrive. By the time we rolled in the train station, the sun had set and it was already dark.

When I got home, there was this lizard that somehow snucked into my apartment. When I tried to catch it, it slipped into my bedroom and disappeared. That fucker. It took me another 30 sweaty minutes to find it, catch it, half-crush it (feeling no remorse), and release it semi-dead on the stairwell. Fuck that fork-tongued color-changing bastard, now I have to disinfect my entire bedroom.

Then dinner. Then some sitting around. Then PartyPoker. I lost twice, both on KK, within 5 hands of each other. The first one to a straight that hit on 4th street, eventhough I flopped a hidden set. It was completely my fault for pushing those kings too far on the river, not suspecting a potential straight. Lost $10 on that hand, along with some snide comments from the lucky bastard. The second time to a set of 3s, with a pair of 3s on the flop. The guy called a $1 re-raise from the big blind with T3o! I pushed the kings thinking that there's no way any one worth his salt would call 2 raises with a 3 in the hole and the only hand that could beat mine was AA (2 pairs was also a very slim possibility consider that the board was all over the place). Overall lost about $30 tonight. Shit.

Then, to top it all off, I realized that I have only 1 beer left in my fridge.