paintball

dearest friends, haaaave you ever played paintball? i played for the first time this week with a few coworkers and, i have to say, it. was. a. BLAST.

i mean, really. who knew that getting pelted with tiny balls of paint could be so fun?

after work on thursday, we carpooled to the middle of nowhere. just when i thought those gravel roads were about to lead us to a csi crime scene, we arrived at this little field set up with cable spools, doors and other things to hide behind. a paintball warzone. for nearly three hours we played various paintball games including capture the flag and gettysburg - in which your group stands in two lines, 50 feet apart, facing each other red rover style. you have one chance to shoot a person across from you and, if you don't yourself get hi, you take a step forward if you don't get hit, only to repeat the stand-off at closer range.

looking at the bruises on the inside of my legs, i'm not sure why i'd recommend this self-abuse. But, for some reason, chasing other people around like a sniper, knowing that you're about to get "killed" yourself, is a fantastic time.