Several massive bruises later...
Feb. 26th, 2002 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeYeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Paintball rocks. I am drunk. Well, tipsy. Two pints of Guiness hardly counts, but I've discovered that tiredness, adrenaline and alcohol are a lethal mix in my case. I knew that I was a cheap drunk before (five beers and I'm giddy), but two tonight proved that I'm a *really* cheap drunk after paintball.
My left hand looks like it was attacked by a nest of fireants. In retrospect, I should've just taken the shot to the head instead of throwing up my hands instinctively to protect my face. Managed to get shot in both hands, the head, the hip, both legs and a couple in the stomach. Pleased to say that I have not committed the same mistake twice. Go me!
Paintball rocks. I suck at it, but it's a ton of fun.
Got shot in every single game. Got shot behind my mask and had paint all over the side of my face from my eyebrow to my chin. Am v. amused. Am covered in welts and bruises and absurdly pleased with self for sucking so badly. :)
Yeeee!
John Woo meets Mel Brooks moment: RDE and I find ourselves face to face, about eight feet away. Both fire, both miss abominably. So I yell "Freeze!" and he shoots me. So we both called ourselves out of the game. V. amusing, and likely one which will be recounted for a while. Memorable, at least.
Had more or less interesting conversation with ML about women. Apparently he has a worse track record than my friend the Lich, but for different reasons. Those being: he's loud, obnoxious, drinks Guinness at least three or four times a week, and refuses to compromise any of these characteristics. Not that I can blame him. I can't imagine him *not* being that way, so I pity the poor girl who tries to change him. Stupid idea, that, anyway, changing a guy. What's the point of falling in love with someone's "potential"? Just stupid.
He's reached a point where he's not looking. Seems the last debacle in which RDE set him up with a girl went kinda poorly. As RDE put it: it was like setting up Tyler Durden and Ally McBeal.
Guiness afterwards much fun. Have discovered being tipsy is not so bad as long as you're not totally out of control, the way I was last time. Same feeling, but kept a tighter lid on what came out of my mouth. Many amusing gaming stories told, a few ice storm tales, found out the waitress' name was Sarah. Apparently four Sarahs work at Hurley's. Who'da thunk? ML makes a point of knowing waitress' names, as he's a regular there. I think she's new.
Crap. Forgot to contribute for beer. Must write apologetic email to ML. Oh well.
Did I mention paintball rocks? I need to get into shape, but once I do paintball will rock even more. :)
Yeeeeee!
Must go to bed. Seeing BB tomorrow. Agreed with him to go see movie and have dinner, and it won't do at all if I'm a wreck. Stuff to do, people to see, places to go. Busy busy busy.
Bell hasn't written back. Have vague feeling that am doomed to be jobless forever. Seem to be leaving out crucial subjects in sentences. And pronouns. Verbs too, it would seem. Am too tired and tipsy to care. Woohoo! Sentence fragments rock. V. convenient for drunken paintballers.
In other news, I've discovered that blood flows really heavily to scar tissue during and after exercise. Scars are bright red. V. nifty, but disturbing if I ever want to dance with bare arms. Oh well. Maybe they'll fade a bit by then.
To bed, to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream. Perchance my @ss. Stupid pills.
Paintball rocks. Am off to bed. G'night folks!
Paintball rocks. I am drunk. Well, tipsy. Two pints of Guiness hardly counts, but I've discovered that tiredness, adrenaline and alcohol are a lethal mix in my case. I knew that I was a cheap drunk before (five beers and I'm giddy), but two tonight proved that I'm a *really* cheap drunk after paintball.
My left hand looks like it was attacked by a nest of fireants. In retrospect, I should've just taken the shot to the head instead of throwing up my hands instinctively to protect my face. Managed to get shot in both hands, the head, the hip, both legs and a couple in the stomach. Pleased to say that I have not committed the same mistake twice. Go me!
Paintball rocks. I suck at it, but it's a ton of fun.
Got shot in every single game. Got shot behind my mask and had paint all over the side of my face from my eyebrow to my chin. Am v. amused. Am covered in welts and bruises and absurdly pleased with self for sucking so badly. :)
Yeeee!
John Woo meets Mel Brooks moment: RDE and I find ourselves face to face, about eight feet away. Both fire, both miss abominably. So I yell "Freeze!" and he shoots me. So we both called ourselves out of the game. V. amusing, and likely one which will be recounted for a while. Memorable, at least.
Had more or less interesting conversation with ML about women. Apparently he has a worse track record than my friend the Lich, but for different reasons. Those being: he's loud, obnoxious, drinks Guinness at least three or four times a week, and refuses to compromise any of these characteristics. Not that I can blame him. I can't imagine him *not* being that way, so I pity the poor girl who tries to change him. Stupid idea, that, anyway, changing a guy. What's the point of falling in love with someone's "potential"? Just stupid.
He's reached a point where he's not looking. Seems the last debacle in which RDE set him up with a girl went kinda poorly. As RDE put it: it was like setting up Tyler Durden and Ally McBeal.
Guiness afterwards much fun. Have discovered being tipsy is not so bad as long as you're not totally out of control, the way I was last time. Same feeling, but kept a tighter lid on what came out of my mouth. Many amusing gaming stories told, a few ice storm tales, found out the waitress' name was Sarah. Apparently four Sarahs work at Hurley's. Who'da thunk? ML makes a point of knowing waitress' names, as he's a regular there. I think she's new.
Crap. Forgot to contribute for beer. Must write apologetic email to ML. Oh well.
Did I mention paintball rocks? I need to get into shape, but once I do paintball will rock even more. :)
Yeeeeee!
Must go to bed. Seeing BB tomorrow. Agreed with him to go see movie and have dinner, and it won't do at all if I'm a wreck. Stuff to do, people to see, places to go. Busy busy busy.
Bell hasn't written back. Have vague feeling that am doomed to be jobless forever. Seem to be leaving out crucial subjects in sentences. And pronouns. Verbs too, it would seem. Am too tired and tipsy to care. Woohoo! Sentence fragments rock. V. convenient for drunken paintballers.
In other news, I've discovered that blood flows really heavily to scar tissue during and after exercise. Scars are bright red. V. nifty, but disturbing if I ever want to dance with bare arms. Oh well. Maybe they'll fade a bit by then.
To bed, to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream. Perchance my @ss. Stupid pills.
Paintball rocks. Am off to bed. G'night folks!
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