On a Half Hour of Sleep

pretty much anything seems hilarious.

Last night the water polo team had a sleep-over. We all swore we'd go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but who were we kidding? Normally, I can sleep through other people, but I couldn't this time, even though the only other two people awake at the time were whispering. I have no idea what we talked about all night, but we just sat there and talked (waking up the rest of the team eventually, of course). But the talking came after we donned our war paint. Using the ceremonial permanent marker, we drew designs all down one leg and had an Indian-ish design drawn upon our opposite foot. At first I objected, but really, at 3:30 AM, you can get me to do pretty much anything with a little mildly coherent persuasion. Really, I only slept for a half hour this morning, and none at all last night.

The game was nothing short of a travesty. We won by a landslide, making it all the more ridiculous. The girls team opposing us actually forfeited, but then they combined their three girls with all but three of their guys and played the game (which made me happy; guys are stronger, and make defending the middle more interesting). And now for some of the idiotic antics that all of us indulged in because we were high on poisoned carrots (don't ask).

The bobcat was probably the worst. When a girl grabbed her ankles, she giggled and said, "Don't grab my ankles; that's gay." When she hooked a girl with her feet and, due to the other girl's lack of stature, sank the player, she merrily said, "Oopsies" and swam past. That was by the other team's bench, so she got some funny looks and "what a jerk" comments. When she put her hand on a guy's arm to keep track of him, she said, "Oooh, you're strong." Being completely serious, of course. She convinced another guy that she didn't want him to guard her because he was strong--right before sweeping in a shot under his armpit (heh heh). That same guy she tricked had an issue with people putting their hands on him to keep track of him (the move is perfectly normal; it's even legal, which says something). He kept flicking my hand away, which just made me want to put it back to bug him. I was giggling by the time there was a turnover (and those of you who know me well realize how hard it is to get me giggling). The pinnacle one for me, though, was when this one kid, #21, came into set. I was setting up on him and my hips were down for a second and he grabbed my leg under the knee. Normally, I would just pull my leg out, or nudge his hand off or something. However, in my half-daze, I used my mouth's position next to his ear-guard to full advantage. Not bothering to keep my voice low, I told him, "Grab my leg and I'll kill you." He immediately let go and said, "Sorry," in a pitiful sort of tone. He really didn't want me guarding him after that, and never returned to set. It was actually kind of lame. I mean, he was probably near twice my weight. Wait for me to back up my threat a little before you lay off, stupid!

It's probably not that funny, except to me. Anyway, now I have to go clean the house. Yippee-kai-yay and a bucket of rum!