Yes!!! I'm off to the AVP with a few of my nearest and dearest. Chi-town here I come.
Man I love this game. Happy Labor Dabor to me.
Deana, as usual, you are a rock star for organizing the weekend...
My recipe for happy includes yellow and white leather, a couple of people whose names I say with exclamation points at the end, and a minivan.
Heck yes it does.
One of my purest dreams was to play sand volleyball for the rest of my days, maybe even try out for one of these tournaments. But I fear I have waited too long. My body has become too old. A summer of mono, and an inflamed rotator cuff, bursitis-something-something and me losing my real leather volleyball have all sadly put a major damper on the sand borne festivities. Ah well. Will continue to live vicariously through Misty and Kerri.
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* there is a sand volleyball court down the street from me waiting for you.
Or may'd your day as the case may may. . .I mean be.
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