I just got back from spending 45 minutes getting very very sweaty with 5 other boys and 1 girl. Now with this being the Internet I know what you're assuming we spent the time doing, and you're wrong, we played laser quest (laser run, laser tag). We decided to partake in this event normally reserved for children's birthday parties as we were stumped on how to spend the day and then out of the blue the 1 female suggested laser run. A stroke of genius! For £6.50 we got the whole "arena" to ourselves and 3 individual matches of 15 minutes each. My team, informally known as the win squad, won the first two games against the feeble red team. Although they did have one less player we still felt a great deal of pride in our accomplishment because victory is victory. For the last game we decided to mix the teams about and put the three best individuals against the rest of us, and it was apparent that they were the three best individuals, they caned us. We were literally schooled in the art of laser run, they appeared natural, tactical and comfortable in their demolition of me and my comrades.
Before running with lasers I spent the morning mooching about the house, my personal highlight coming almost straight away as I fell down the stairs and cut my jaw a little bit on the banister. Falling down the stairs is always funny, no matter how much pain I'm in I always hit the floor laughing. They say that laughter is a good medicine so because of that I always receive a healthy dose after a clumsy tumble down the stairs.
I should be able to write a blog on Saturday, but don't hate me if I don't get around to it, I'm up in Manchester tomorrow and Saturday and then I'm flying the Lanzarote on Sunday so I'll have a lot to do. Either way thank you for reading honey ;)
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