So I get roped into paint balling, which is like the worst (and nerdiest) sport ever. I once went with my work at Fox TV and thought it would be fun, but it wasn't. It hurts. I was black and blue at the end and decided it was the stupidest game I've ever been a part of.
But all the women surgeons were going and were really excited about it so I would look like a wet blanket if I didn't want to go. Grudgingly I agreed. When we got there I got my gun, face mask, and paint balls. As we were getting ready to run out into the freezing windy wild Dr. Husband looked at me and saw the dread and terror in my eyes.
In actuality, only three of the women surgeons were playing and the rest were men. All the wives and girl friends and a surgeons were just there to watch. Dr. Husband took it all in and gave me an out. He said I didn't have to play. YAY! Oh I was so happy to sit out in the bitter cold and NOT be pelted by paint balls.