Somehow our company trip to House of Air (a trampoline park in SF), where I was excited to just jump around and do flips while attached to a harness, turned into a trampoline dodge-ball outing. This sounded all well and good until I realized I will be going with 13 active young men and thus will ultimately:
b) Get injured.
c) Look ridiculous
d) All of the above.
Being the swell friend that she is, Dre hooked me up with a doctor's note excusing me from gym class...I mean dodge ball...today, courtesy of the fact that I had a dentist appointment at her family's practice this morning.
Side notes of gratitude: Having insurance and a friend with a kick ass dentist for a dad. Thanks so much, Dr. Garcia! My toogles are lookin great :)
Oy, hopefully we'll at least get some good photos tonight! No promises I will share any where my face is being pummeled by large bouncy balls.