Think of it as a competitive costume party where middle-aged athleticism meets open-bar audacity. You’ll spend weeks coordinating "Mardi Gras" outfits with your guest, only to realize the "social" atmosphere is a thin veil for the high-stakes drama of a Round Robin. Between points, you’re dodging flying sweatbands and aggressively themed cocktails, and by the third set, the tactical lobbing is fueled entirely by shrimp cocktail and a desperate need to impress the club board.