Mud Volleyball and Being Old...

Mud-volleyball came a hot sunny afternoon after Jon, Abbey and I had met at Brooke's and run down to the market on opening day. We didn't have enough time to run back, so Brooke and Bailie picked us up, and we headed out to Caldwell. The students were putting on a mud-volleyball tournament and in exchange for buying them a keg, Jake got to put together an alumni team made up of me, Jon, Abbey, Katie, Jake and Hayley, who I met that afternoon. The students were having a blast- we just felt really old. None of us were drinking and it was hot and we just wanted to play our game and go eat. Ahhh, the life that these students have to look forward to. We wrapped our feet in duct tape so that the sticks and stones in the makeshift mud pit wouldn't hurt, which was a really weird feeling. Our game was over in about four minutes. I'm pretty sure the only points we gt were because Jake was a great server. The rest of us were rubbish and honestly, our hearts weren't in it. Our hearts were into going to lunch afterwards at the Dutch Goose, where I got reprimanded for not having my ID. Like I knew I was going to a bar when I left my house earlier that day with nothing but a phone... Crazy Cougar Lady at the bar. Jon, Jake, Katie and I had a great lunch, reminiscing about college and talking about our friends and enjoying the warm sunshine. Definitely glad that I'm not in college anymore (well, undergrad at least... grad school is totally different...)