Sucks at bowling, sucks at cards

My throat hurts. It's that strange tickle that feels like you're thirsty, but really you're not. I think it happened coz I kept getting in and out of the cold - caught in the rain on my way to US embassy for a new passport, cold at the mall, cold at the theater (watching Failure to Launch with Sittha, a less-than-great movie, but good for laughs), cold in Sittha's car. Anyhow, aside from the sore throat, I had a good time. This despite the fact that I can't bowl, can't win a stuffed animal at any of those arcade games, and can't play card games of any kind. Did manage to win one game at bowling today, but Sittha implied it was coz he'd injured his coccyx. He wanted to play poker, but was too tired to teach it to me, and plus, I've never been very quick on cards. It's ironic, because my grandfather is a bonafide card shark. Before he got sick, he used to have people over practically everyday and he'd take them to the cleaners at blackjack. Ever heard the saying, "Unlucky in love, lucky in games"? Yeah, that doesn't apply to me. Alan and I were talking about chess the other day, and I remembered that I suck at chess. Basically, I suck at practically all sports and games - can hardly play badminton, can't serve a tennis ball, have yet to master a basketball lay-up, am awful at darts, have yet to win a game of bingo and practically have an actual heart attack playing the card game heart attack. Yes, when it comes to sucking at recreation, yours truly is the real champion.

Final thought: An acceptance speech? Why, of course! Aside from the academy - uh, wait, wrong award - I'd like to thank my horrible lack of strategy and even worse sense of coordination for this honor. Thank you, thank you (takes long bow and only leaves after people start booing and throwing rotten tomatoes).