Sunday Funday?

Sunday Funday = not so fun.

Two reasons:

1. Morning Recreational Kickball:

Yes, I am a gay dude that joined a straight kickball league.  But there is drinking events before and after the games, so it can't be that serious, right? Wrong.  It was my first game, and the team captain went from Captain Morgan at the bar to Captain Hook on the field.  My horrible failed catches of two fly balls in the outfield didn't help me knock down the stereotype that gays are only good at the catching position. (Think about it.) I left the field defeated and realizing that mayyyybe I am coordination challenged.

2. Gay Holiday

The morning clearly sucked.  Solution: have an awesome night to balance it all out. No luck with the straights, might as well join the gays for their President's Day Eve celebrations.  Little did I know that I would be forced to do X Box Connect Dance Dance Revolution in front of everyone at the house party.  I wanted a Pitbull song, my challenger demanded Born This Way; He got his way.  Long story short: All the designated moves I had to perform could have been part of a Drag Queen Performance Manual.  I looked like a short bus kid trying to do the Jitter Bug. The final score was 320 to 135. And in case you have doubt about which score was mine, yes, I lost.



In both situations, I was forced to perform an activity with a group of peers stereotypically known to do well at it. In stead of beating the odds, I just got beat.

 I didn't realize Sunday Fundays could be so stressful!