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...
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tangents and Ideas Alongside My Thoughts and Feelings - Part 2
visited, and taught me how to do everything specifically. I could hit that ball straight and long (no pun intended).
Then my granparents moved, and I lost my golfing.
When I picked it back up - years and years later - dad kept mentioning taking me to the pro teacher and seeing if he thought I'd had natural ability, and if it was worth my learning.
We never did this...
Then my granparents moved, and I lost my golfing.
When I picked it back up - years and years later - dad kept mentioning taking me to the pro teacher and seeing if he thought I'd had natural ability, and if it was worth my learning.
We never did this...
I go out to the driving range now, and have some fun. I try and teach myself what I'm doing wrong and attempt to correct, but I wonder a little; what could've been, every once and a while...
I think that's all; for now at least.
lol
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