Well, I've been trying to get into paintball. One of the guys I knew in high school (and elementary school) said it was fun, and he'd bring me along sometime. That was in grade 10, if not 11. Needless to say; it never happened.
Then a year ago, a Medieval fighting buddy of mine (Kendric) mentioned it, and that for fighters, we didn't need to wear pads because it's stupidly light. He said my knight (Ed) and I should join him sometime... Once again; never happened.
A few weeks back Ashley's brother went paintballing.
I decided, I'm going to take to take my own damn self. And I've also though (if I go and like it) that I may do it as a birthday thing with family friends and stuff, but we'll see.
Last Friday, I drove out to the closest paintball range (for lack of a better term) and waited for it to open... It didn't, and I ended up heading home and getting ready for work.
I tried again today. I figured it was later in the day, so they'd be open... Nope. So I parked and called them (as they had a huge sign with their phone number in their parking lot). [QUICK NOTE: Calling is a huge deal for me. I'm not a phone person.]
I found out they're open only on weekends, pretty much all day. I figured, "Well, they have a store, and I know where it is. Maybe I'll go check prices of gear for when I go." I had nothing else to do, and it was a little before 5pm.
When I got to the store, it turns out they close at 5 on Wednesdays (only on Wednesdays), so I couldn't get in.
Just my luck...
Now I'm home, alone; with very little to do.
Ho hum...
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