Last weekend was my first paintball experience. It was the first six hours of a bachelor party. Running around in the woods, getting shot at, hiding in bushes, and getting sweaty was a lot of fun, but it also made me super grateful for my cubicle life. I was so tired when it was all over. Getting shot where no man should be shot was also an experience I hope to never repeat. I'm still sporting bruises on my arms, legs, and ribs. I took pictures, but then I realized nobody wants to see that.
We rounded out the day with some go-cart racing, dinner at Hooters, and an evening spent in the traditional manner of our people.
If you enjoyed the Where's Waldo books, you may enjoy the picture here (u: danbonebrake p:5251855) of me with Chris (the bachelor) on the left and Gabe (the organizer) on the right. I met these guys in college, and they still keep me in the loop for the special occasions. I'm thankful to be able to count them as friends.
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That go-kart place looks like a lot of fun. Paintballing also seems like something I'd enjoy, though I don't understand why people choose it for a bachelor party activity. Unless you're a frequent and proficient paintballer, I would think you'd just end up bruised and muscle-sore, which is just the sort of thing you'd want to avoid for, say, a wedding night.
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