Monday, June 09, 2008

I ♥ laser tag.

Last night, TH's company celebrated its 10 year anniversary. We were supposed to go water skiing and then have a nice dinner, but with the crappy weather that just won't go away, we played laser tag instead. I've only ever played laser tag once before when I was working for a camp in California and it was a blast. A sweaty, smoky blast. I loved it. When the plans changed, I wasn't disappointed. Last night, there were 24 of us in total who played. The youngest player was 4 y.o. and adorable. The vest and gun were bigger than he. I felt bad each time I hit him, but he got me too. So there. At the beginning, I was a little laser gun crazy because I hit 6 of my own teammates and none of them hit me. Oops. One of my teammates, I think he's 8, was not at all happy with me when I hit him. And we got quite a laugh about Darin who somehow shot himself.

Gotta rub it in now...

My team won and I placed 7th. I'm not going to name any names (of course, you can blow up the photo to see), but I kicked a certain person's tush and was the player that hit that person the most out of all the other players. Out of kindness to this certain person, it was not fair that I'd stop to talk to him or ask him a question and then pull the trigger at his vest while we were standing there talking. Oops again.

3 comments:

pia said...

You played laser tag with someone named Pia! I'm always startled to see "my" name in other places.

Jill said...

Laser tag... I'm such a dork, I've never heard of it. Does it hurt if you tag them like paint ball?

Small Girl said...

Fun!