Yesterday was a beautiful day. I awoke to it being sunny and warm; weather perfect for a day spent outside. I had the idea of sitting in the sun in the backyard to write & read before going to work. And if it got really warm, I could go swimming.
Nico, however, had a "better" idea, "Let's play frisbee!" His eyes lit up and got way too excited. Two words came out of my mouth almost immediately, "Um, no." Frisbee is one of those games that are only fun if you're good at them, like hackey-sack or horse shoes. I only played frisbee at summer camps when I was young when there was nothing else to do. It was something to pass the time with...not a hobby. Nico didn't really understand my "no" answer, so he assigned me to a patch of grass to go stand on. "Stay there and just catch the frisbee," he instructed. Oh boy.
The next thing I knew, a yellow frisbee was flying in my direction coming quickly from the opposite side of the yard. I caught it! Yeahhhhh, maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought. I pitched the frisbee back (gracefully, I might add), and it reached Nico perfectly at chest level. Nico seemed impressed which only added to my frisbee-throwing confidence. "Hey, I might actually be kind of good at this now that I've grown up," I mused.
Nope! Definitely was an overstatement. The next frisbee that came out of my hands traveled at a 90 degree angle and hit the house, barely missing my dad's office window. Woops. I laughed..I was embarrassed. Nico stared at me like I was a crazy person. But hey, what's new!? The next throw was also highly off as I smacked the umbrella pole, sending the entire thing into vibration mode. Nico then tried to instruct me as to "how to flick you're wrist to get a good aim at your target." I was getting bored.
We switched places on the lawn, so that he was in a more narrow area, bordered by a large flower bed on one side and the pool on the other. The other side of the yard enabled me to run, jump, and hop after the frisbee if need be. Why he hadn't originally put me in this spot I have no idea. Things seemed to be working out better in our new positions. For all you frisbee throwers out there, I was even able to throw underhand with a quick flick of my right wrist. Things were going quite well, and I was really enjoying this whole frisbee business.
There were a few instances where I caught myself from diving into insect-infected bushes in vain of catching the frisbee gallantly. After every catch/failed catch, I would do a 2-second dance move before passing the frisbee quickly back. And after doing a particularly impressive hip pop, twist, and plie, I threw the frisbee a little to the left of Nico. Instead of reaching Nico, the frisbee hit the umbrella pole AGAIN, sending it spinning onto the patio table. Nico, however had not anticipated the abrupt end to the frisbee's flight and was waving his arms to keep his balance as his body neared the pool's edge....Nico in the pool! Nico in the pool!!!! He hopped out as quickly as he had fallen in...fearful that his precious iphone was in his pocket. Thankfully it wasn't, because that would have been the fourth time he'd fallen in our pool, phone in hand.
MUAHAHAHAHA! I had gotten Nico to fall into the pool with all of his clothes on! Thundercat victorious! I can over there to check out the situation asap..I wasn't going to miss this!
(Side note: Thundercat is my newest nickname that Nico most creatively thought of on our last hike. I in turn, named him Gay Lighting).
Nico looked a little shaken up at first with his sopping wet clothing and matted hair, but was laughing the entire time. After he calmed down, he wanted to keep playing freaking frisbee! Great...what a trooper. To make a long story short, Nico ended up in the pool again by accident..which slowly but surely ended our frisbee playing.
Frisbee might have been worth it after all...
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