Back in the saddle

It's been a really crappy month. I'm pretty sure everyone has the gist of it, so onto the wonderful.

DisneyWorld (The happiest place on Earth)
There aren't really any good ways to summarize in a way that is coherent and readable, so Tara and I went to Disney for vacation. We drank, danced, and went on rides. It was great.


Now my allegory on escalation.

We were in the pool Saturday night after going out to 8TRAXX on Pleasure Island. I was minding my own business for the first time in my life and floating around the pool when Scott came up and splashed me in the face. I splashed back. Splash war lasted a decent amount of time. Tara found a ball on the side of the pool (one of the Koosh water absorbent ones)and Scott was throwing it around and eventually whipped it at me. We threw the ball at eachother for some time until he whipped it at my head and hit me IN MY EYE. (actually in my eye, because I was dodging the ball and started to dive and it hit me higher than anticipated.) I crumpled in the water with my face covered screaming. When I came up he was coming over to make sure I was ok. Tara warned him to keep his distance. He didn't and I swung. He was just out of reach. Right before we got out of the pool, I saw him sidling over and said, "Scott, please get the fuck away from me." he didn't, even though I asked more than once. He put his arm around my shoulder and I a asked him again. He didn't comply so I bit him in the upper inner arm. I broke the skin. He put two fingers under my chin and pushed up as far as possible, saying I was lucky he didn't put his thumbs in my eyes.

The next day (drink around the world day at Epcot) he bought a samurai sword. There were some hits exchanged and now my knuckles are bruised.


So, you really could put an eye out by splashing and everything good and fun leaves marks.


and, Tara, you seem to have lost your apple.