This was supposed to be a blog about extracting every ounce of pleasure from life, but it seems to be, in fact, largely a dream journal with notes on baking, Trader Joe's, and celebrity chefs.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The Austrians weren't there tonight. I don't know whether they were asked to join a more competitive session than ours. I hope so. Volleyball was much, much better without them: We had enough people to play one game with six-person teams, everyone was cordial, there were enough decent players to make up for the nice-but-inconsistent teen girls and the nice-but-unfocused middle-aged women. We laughed, we volleyed, we occasionally dove. As it should be.