Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer. I am a law student. In accordance with ABA policy, this blog should not be viewed as legal advice. It is simply my experiences and opinions.
One of the reasons I started this blog was to entice me to do new things so I’ll have something interesting to write about.
So this past week the girls and I went to Ladies Night at the paintball field. Westworld Paintball Adventures has a great deal for women. Every Friday night ladies play for free, except for the cost of our ammunition.
My group consisted of four law students, one church friend, and two friends of friends. When we arrived, the first thing we did was sign our waivers of liability. Like eager law students, Barbi and I immediately scanned the verbiage for a clause preventing us from altering any of the terms of the contract. Not seeing one, we immediately started crossing out anything that would release the company from liability for injuries caused by its own negligence. The other law students in our group, acting like efficient/lazy law students, asked us to read the contract for them and make sure it was ok. The clerk said it was rare for someone to actually read the waiver before signing it.
After signing our waivers and buying our ammo, we were issued protective vests, goggles, paintball guns, and team armbands. We loaded our guns and headed onto the field. We played five games with another group of teenage girls and a bunch of regulars. In my first game, I was hit in my goggles. It didn’t hurt. I didn’t realize I was hit until I felt that my hair was wet with paint. I was disappointed that my friends had the real experience of being hit with a paintball. I wanted the experience too!
And boy did I get it.
In the next game I took two hits at point blank range. One shot hit me on my uncovered neck and the other hit my side just below my arm. At first I thought my neck was bleeding, but it was just the oily paint running down my skin. It stung for hours. One of the clerks said that the bruise on my side will take some time to heal. I like to think of it as a battle wound.
During the next few days I had a singing audition, a gala, a prank, and a tweet up. It was fun telling everyone that the bruise on my neck wasn’t a hickey.
Photo courtesy of Merlz Tamondong.