Update #2 of many
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeSo Friday was busy, with calls pouring in steadily until 2pm when I pounced as hard as I could on my logoff button so I wouldn't be delayed.
Of course I *was* delayed by a stupid last-minute call just as I feared because I didn't pounce hard enough. :P
Met up with Anthony and Poms outside, thankfully not too late, and we set off towards Rawdon. It poured rain for a while, which started just as I set foot in the car and ended shortly before we disembarked at a McDonald's to grab a bite to eat on the way.
Conversation revolved around typical gamer/paintballer geek subjects: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, planes, war stories, paintball stories from last year's Bigfoot. I was wiped by then, so didn't talk as much as I might have. Was also feeling a bit out of sorts as I didn't know Andrew too well, and was still feeling a bit frazzled because I'd only found out a few hours before that there was yet another person coming whom I didn't know.
I dozed on and off in the back seat of the car, although Anthony's car was highly unsuited for comfortable travel. The seatbelts notably cut deep into my neck, and every time he would hit the brakes I was in mortal fear of being decapitated.
Still, we managed to arrive without major incident and without getting lost.
Mike, Marc, April and Patrice had already arrived and were in the middle of a game of poker in which Fearsclave was quite far ahead apparently. Things were already rather out of hand, but it was a great deal of fun.
Fearsclave and Mike got into a brawl involving a fly swatter and a cane which ended up with Mike getting clocked accidentally by the cane when Fearsclave got a little over-rambunctious.
Mike then spanked April with the fly swatter and threatened to use the paddle in the corner, but I suspect what little is left of his survival instincts kicked in just then, because he never got around to doing it. April was unimpressed. As she told us, her father was in three wars and used far worse paddles on her when she was young.
Fernando, the one I hadn't known about until the last minute, showed up late because he'd gotten slightly lost, although not terminally so.
We spent a while fussing around with our new walkie-talkies which each had something like twelve channels, put in batteries and switched to the same channel so we could talk, fiddled some more with the little musical buttons that made everyone's walkie-talkies go off at the same time, and generally had fun listening to Concrete Blonde.
I was a little nervous and not a little tired, so I called it a night early and left the rest of them to their own devices. On the plus side, my habit of sleeping like a log when I'm in the country didn't desert me in my hour of need. Slept like a baby, so I did, until fifty-seven alarm clocks went off the next morning, signalling that it was time to be up and at 'em.
Of course I *was* delayed by a stupid last-minute call just as I feared because I didn't pounce hard enough. :P
Met up with Anthony and Poms outside, thankfully not too late, and we set off towards Rawdon. It poured rain for a while, which started just as I set foot in the car and ended shortly before we disembarked at a McDonald's to grab a bite to eat on the way.
Conversation revolved around typical gamer/paintballer geek subjects: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, planes, war stories, paintball stories from last year's Bigfoot. I was wiped by then, so didn't talk as much as I might have. Was also feeling a bit out of sorts as I didn't know Andrew too well, and was still feeling a bit frazzled because I'd only found out a few hours before that there was yet another person coming whom I didn't know.
I dozed on and off in the back seat of the car, although Anthony's car was highly unsuited for comfortable travel. The seatbelts notably cut deep into my neck, and every time he would hit the brakes I was in mortal fear of being decapitated.
Still, we managed to arrive without major incident and without getting lost.
Mike, Marc, April and Patrice had already arrived and were in the middle of a game of poker in which Fearsclave was quite far ahead apparently. Things were already rather out of hand, but it was a great deal of fun.
Fearsclave and Mike got into a brawl involving a fly swatter and a cane which ended up with Mike getting clocked accidentally by the cane when Fearsclave got a little over-rambunctious.
Mike then spanked April with the fly swatter and threatened to use the paddle in the corner, but I suspect what little is left of his survival instincts kicked in just then, because he never got around to doing it. April was unimpressed. As she told us, her father was in three wars and used far worse paddles on her when she was young.
Fernando, the one I hadn't known about until the last minute, showed up late because he'd gotten slightly lost, although not terminally so.
We spent a while fussing around with our new walkie-talkies which each had something like twelve channels, put in batteries and switched to the same channel so we could talk, fiddled some more with the little musical buttons that made everyone's walkie-talkies go off at the same time, and generally had fun listening to Concrete Blonde.
I was a little nervous and not a little tired, so I called it a night early and left the rest of them to their own devices. On the plus side, my habit of sleeping like a log when I'm in the country didn't desert me in my hour of need. Slept like a baby, so I did, until fifty-seven alarm clocks went off the next morning, signalling that it was time to be up and at 'em.