The night before our fundraiser for the Human Rights Campaign at the "Chick-on-chick-fil-a" dinner was a modest success. We certainly countered the contributions of obnoxious conservative friends who posted their joy at giving money to chick-fil-a. And if I'm bad at golf, it turns out I'm fairly good at frying chicken.
I am bad at house-hunting, and bad at waiting patiently to save Beowulf from the shelter and take him to his future home. I'm bad at sleeping an entire night, because I mostly just don't do that anymore, about which I'm mightily tired. Both literally and figuratively.