I got sand in my solstice

There is a place in Deep Ellum called Sandbar that features full sized sand volleyball courts.  You can borrow a ball by handing the bartender your keys and play a game with as many or as few people as you have.  We spent the evening of this summer solstice there.  I was initially pretty bad, and I didn't get a whole lot better, but I am told that I had a strong serve.  Maybe that's what people say to cheer up the girl who sucks at volleyball.

I have this terrible personality trait where I quit stuff if I am not immediately successful.  It's childish, and I know it, but it's something I am working on.  I also pick out bell peppers from dishes that contain them.  Other that, I am usually able to muster up some pretty grown-folks behavior.  I was initially so very bad that I thought I should just sit out the whole thing.  I went to the ladies' room and did my very best to regroup.  Get it together, Heather.  Go out there and play, even if you suck out loud.  And suck I did, but I tried.  It was hot and humid and I was covered in sand.  I dove down to try and retrieve the ball several times, but I was not especially good at any of it.  I did get pretty filthy, though.  I just got out of a midnight shower- I couldn't crawl into bed that way- and washed off the rest of the court from my skin. 

It's late and I am exhausted.  We were pretty hot and gross, actually, but it was another great night.  Chalk this one up to me learning another thing at which I do not excel.  I was in good company, though. Not a bad way to end the longest day of the year.