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Feb. 19th, 2007 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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ithurtsmybrain (I am one of many that signed up going yaaay and then sortofumneverkindafinished): brain_asplode! Go, give us some characters, maybe write stuff (yaaaaaay).
Chloe's birthday party was a success. It marked my successful intrepid discovery of Ashfield and Five Dock without nervous breakdown, and also my introduction to Laser Tag. Wheeee.
My parents dropped me off in the city on their way to my grandad's birthday (wheretofore I returned after Chloe's) and, thanks to a friendly bus driver and NO THANKS AT ALL to Chloe's perpetually switched off mobile, I made my way to the correct address without incident. The same cannot be said for Poppy, who spent some time wandering around the suburb, and Shannon, who spent a few hours waiting for a taxi. The place looked pretty much like a big warehouse from the outside, except for the loud techno music blaring from within.
Laser Tag, for the uninitiated, involves dividing into teams and donning flashy (and HEAVY) vests and shooting at people's vest lights from your "phaser" (a word which does nothing but make me giggle) while dodging and weaving between random walls and things. Upon being shot, your lights (and "phaser") switch off for ten seconds, during which one can neither shoot nor be shot. Unfortunately the first game was shared with a troop of tiny mutant ninja ten-year-old boys, who had a tendency to follow you around once they'd shot you so that when your lights switched back on, they could just shoot you again. After running around a bit going SHIT SHIT WHO THE FUCK IS SHOOTING AT US and getting way too sweaty for comfort, I found a nook from which I could pick people off as they ran past and decided that a sniper's life was for me.
The second game was minus the tiny annoyingly good shots. I still kind of failed, though XP my accuracy was fairly bad because I basically pointed the "phaser" in people's general direction and kept pulling the trigger until I hit something. I was quite proud of my clever attack on a bunch of Red Team kids that had occupied the high ground and were shooting at people over walls - I ended up directly below them where they couldn't see me, and picked them off by shooting at their "phasers" before they realised I was there.
In between games we retired to a nearby park, where there was fruit, helpfully provided by Chloe's parents, and afterwards there was bread and celery (for dip, helpfully forgotten by Chloe's parents) and melty cake. The picnic blanket was on a slope, so the cake, being melty, kept sliding down the platter until Poppy and I eventually just held it up so we could tilt it in the right direction. Alice enlisted me to explain Heroes to Chloe, who nodded lots and looked vaguely confused. I returned home absolutely DED because those vests are damn heavy, and Laser Tag Is Serious Business.
And that was that, and to spite Zoe I've edited out the bit where she wondered what I'd edit out when I wrote about this on my livejournal.
ithurtsmybrain (I am one of many that signed up going yaaay and then sortofumneverkindafinished): brain_asplode! Go, give us some characters, maybe write stuff (yaaaaaay).Chloe's birthday party was a success. It marked my successful intrepid discovery of Ashfield and Five Dock without nervous breakdown, and also my introduction to Laser Tag. Wheeee.
My parents dropped me off in the city on their way to my grandad's birthday (wheretofore I returned after Chloe's) and, thanks to a friendly bus driver and NO THANKS AT ALL to Chloe's perpetually switched off mobile, I made my way to the correct address without incident. The same cannot be said for Poppy, who spent some time wandering around the suburb, and Shannon, who spent a few hours waiting for a taxi. The place looked pretty much like a big warehouse from the outside, except for the loud techno music blaring from within.
Laser Tag, for the uninitiated, involves dividing into teams and donning flashy (and HEAVY) vests and shooting at people's vest lights from your "phaser" (a word which does nothing but make me giggle) while dodging and weaving between random walls and things. Upon being shot, your lights (and "phaser") switch off for ten seconds, during which one can neither shoot nor be shot. Unfortunately the first game was shared with a troop of tiny mutant ninja ten-year-old boys, who had a tendency to follow you around once they'd shot you so that when your lights switched back on, they could just shoot you again. After running around a bit going SHIT SHIT WHO THE FUCK IS SHOOTING AT US and getting way too sweaty for comfort, I found a nook from which I could pick people off as they ran past and decided that a sniper's life was for me.
The second game was minus the tiny annoyingly good shots. I still kind of failed, though XP my accuracy was fairly bad because I basically pointed the "phaser" in people's general direction and kept pulling the trigger until I hit something. I was quite proud of my clever attack on a bunch of Red Team kids that had occupied the high ground and were shooting at people over walls - I ended up directly below them where they couldn't see me, and picked them off by shooting at their "phasers" before they realised I was there.
In between games we retired to a nearby park, where there was fruit, helpfully provided by Chloe's parents, and afterwards there was bread and celery (for dip, helpfully forgotten by Chloe's parents) and melty cake. The picnic blanket was on a slope, so the cake, being melty, kept sliding down the platter until Poppy and I eventually just held it up so we could tilt it in the right direction. Alice enlisted me to explain Heroes to Chloe, who nodded lots and looked vaguely confused. I returned home absolutely DED because those vests are damn heavy, and Laser Tag Is Serious Business.
And that was that, and to spite Zoe I've edited out the bit where she wondered what I'd edit out when I wrote about this on my livejournal.
