FUBAR

I think that mostly everybody knows what FUBAR stands for but for those who don't (like my friend Mariah) I will give you the run down...Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Playing volleyball at your neighborhood bar with many of your friends can have somewhat of this effect on you. Yes, folks, I joined a volleyball team at Dexter's. We are happily known as Dexter's Drunks...fitting, I know. We play every Monday so come on down and have a brew or 10 with us if you get a chance.

We started off the game a little rough but steadily came back to win the last match. Kevin turned to us and said "I don't know what you guys were talking about, you guys are good." I think we surprised ourselves even cause we did actually do pretty well and I think our team can only go up from here...especially when we have our T-shirts with our awesome nicknames:

Nick - Big Poppa

Kevin - G. M. Head (I think you might be able to figure out what G. M. stands for)

Chad - C-Money

Justina - J-Twon

Mariah - MFly

Laura - Tha Captain

Maggi - T-A (pronounced Ta-Dash-A, this is the name of a girl one of Mariah's co-workers knows and that is how they spell her name, poor child {in my case this could also be construed as T and A and we all know what that is})

Cheryl - T-Bell

Ben - Mr. Dover - It took me just a few seconds to get this one...give me a break, it was Monday. I always have trouble thinking in full force on Mondays.

Anyway, it was totally fun but I did stay out too late that first Monday. The second Monday went a bit better with me getting tipsy but I was home by 10pm...And, we won all three games that time! Things are lookin' up!