Insulted

I know I'm not a currently practicing attorney and I know that it wasn't my specialty, but its still awfully insulting that my dad has a copy of "The Complete Idiots Guide to Wills and Estates" sitting on the coffee table. God forbid he ask me...the fat kid...for a bit of advice or even just maybe an idea of what to do. Of course everything I've said to date has been completely ignored, so its probably best that he hasn't asked.

Enough with the family drama...

I got my ass beat up tonight at water polo. Since I've never mentioned this before, I should tell you that when I moved back to the Seattle area I started playing water polo with the local Seattle team. Its been my saving grace because I do not have a social life outside of polo at the moment because I don't have the money to do anything social. Hence...I play water polo. I cannot stress how awesome the people I play with are. We've had team Thanksgiving, a holiday get together (that I VERY unfortunately couldn't attend) and after practice some nights we go off to a neighborhood bar and have a couple drinks and shoot the shit. I only wish I could spend more time with the guys/gals on my team so that I could have a broader circle of friends. Regardless, I am SUPER excited for next month...the 6-8th... when my team is hosting the "Seattle Otters International Open." It will be my first time playing against other teams so I'm hoping that I don't get my butt kicked too badly. I guess I should also let you know that I started playing water polo in September. I was not a swimmer in college or high school nor was I swimmer in any capacity. That translates into how much I suck because my swimming is ugly, inefficient and I pretty much survive because I've managed to get myself in pretty good shape. That's been the only thing that's saved me from drowning on many occasions. Most of my team has been playing for "15 years" "since I was 6" "I played for UC Santa Cruz" etc. You get the idea. Even the smallest girls on the team who weigh in at a buck fifteen can kick my 205 pound ass around like no tomorrow. But the point is that in getting my butt kicked today, they aren't babying me any more. I've obviously proved myself a bit.

That being said...I almost had my nose broken and my eye is totally bloodshot from a hit I took while guarding one of the guys who tried to take a shot. Its sort of exciting because its like my second real life sports injury. I'm so proud of me!