Paintball

For the first time in my life, I dressed up in camo gear, put on a mask, and ran around the middle of the woods with a gun trying to hit people I didn't know with paint balls. It was amusing - but not so fun that I would want to do it every weekend. Some of the people there were hard core. They had all their own person gear and guns, and did this kind of thing every weekend. Some of these hard core fans were surprisingly out of shape. Getting hit really didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would. I'm not sure if I would go again. It was kind of fun and kind of just weird. Running around trying to shoot other people is not normally what I go for - but as soon as someone starts shooting at you - you just kind of have to fight back. (Insert Type A personality here.)

I think a large part of why I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have was because I was massively hung over. I forgot to check the bottle on the wine I bought to take to dinner yesterday - and after I basically drank the entire bottle I looked at it - and it had sulfates in it. That's right - I'm allergic to those. So I had a really bad hang over/allergic reaction to the sulfates. So that was awesome running around the woods sweaty in my $11 Wall-mart special camo gear. Poor planning on my part.

The most awesome part of last night was driving all the drunks home. Stuffing 7 people into my little Civic was really freaking amusing. The bad part was someone dropped their keys in the back - and then didn't realize until after paintballing. So, then I get a call after I get home asking me to look for the keys. Timing wise it was piss poor. But at least we found them. It would have sucked if we didn't.