Saturday morning, I wake up. Bright eyed and bushy tailed (or as much as one can be on 5.5 hours of sleep). It was almost time for my first day of tennis class.
I put on my old tennis shoes (the new ones are still not quite broken into), grabbed a couple of water bottles, my headphones, my "new to me" racket and balls, and jumped into my car. Drove the whole 3-4 blocks to campus. It seemed a bit deserted, but whatever, ya never know! Oooooh, but you see, it was deserted because apparently Monday's Labor Day holiday extended to the Saturday classes before.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!
That is so messed up. At least notify us. Shit! I was so damn annoyed. Mostly because I was REALLY looking forward to starting class, but also because I was so damn tired and would have enjoyed sleeping in. Oh well! I made lemonade out of lemons and went for a long jog instead. I still wish tennis had happened, but there is always THIS Saturday. Besides, I saw a couple of the kids from my class playing a quick game... you know, for funs. And they SUCKED. Which makes me feel so much better. I was truly afraid I'd be the only one learning from scratch. But apparently notsomuch. Rock. On.
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BTW, this sentence cracked me up - but that's because apparently I'm a sicko. "grabbed a couple of water bottles, my headphones, my "new to me" racket and balls." You grabbed your balls? LMAO @ self.
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