tamest bachelor party... ever?
Those of you who know Kenny Kwong would not be surprised to know that his bachelor party was very, very civil. Indeed, Kenny is an upstanding citizen, and behaved himself remarkably well - probably due to the fact that he drinks like a girl.
Without any pressure from me, Kenny decided to celebrate his changing marital status with a paintball game. I could only applaud his decision. Out of the dozen or so people that showed up, only Lee, his friend, and I have had any sort of paintball experience. That proved to be hilariously significant.
The first few games were pretty typical - the newbies hunkered down behind the bunkers, and Lee and I took turns hunting each other down. He flushed me out one time when my team put up a Maginot-like defense, and I nailed him when he paused to check on his CO2. One time, we played with some other kids, some as young as 10. Some of them have a lot to learn about this game... I got one right on the mask, and he did not call himself out. I shouted at him across the field - nothing. What can you do? I proceeded to systematically mark him on the mask, pants, marker, shoes - no response. The ref had to run in to pull him out.
Then, the same ref proposed a new game - defend the President. Kenny's brother, Henry, and I would be the bodyguards, and Kenny would be big P. Kenny had three lives, and also two shields to cover himself. Henry and I had unlimited lives, and one job - protecting the President. The other team of six or so could "recycle", or run back to the starting point to get another life after being marked.
Henry started off by picking up Kenny's marker and going at it Rambo-style. Keep in mind that this guy is larger than me in every dimension, so it was quite a sight. Apparently, his size also made him a good target, because he was LIT-UP continuously. For some reason, the other team did not see me, so I just kept picking them off, one by one. It was like a video game: they'd take turns running to bunkers, I'd mark them in the same sequence.
In Lee's words, "I forget how much fun this game is..."
Without any pressure from me, Kenny decided to celebrate his changing marital status with a paintball game. I could only applaud his decision. Out of the dozen or so people that showed up, only Lee, his friend, and I have had any sort of paintball experience. That proved to be hilariously significant.
The first few games were pretty typical - the newbies hunkered down behind the bunkers, and Lee and I took turns hunting each other down. He flushed me out one time when my team put up a Maginot-like defense, and I nailed him when he paused to check on his CO2. One time, we played with some other kids, some as young as 10. Some of them have a lot to learn about this game... I got one right on the mask, and he did not call himself out. I shouted at him across the field - nothing. What can you do? I proceeded to systematically mark him on the mask, pants, marker, shoes - no response. The ref had to run in to pull him out.
Then, the same ref proposed a new game - defend the President. Kenny's brother, Henry, and I would be the bodyguards, and Kenny would be big P. Kenny had three lives, and also two shields to cover himself. Henry and I had unlimited lives, and one job - protecting the President. The other team of six or so could "recycle", or run back to the starting point to get another life after being marked.
Henry started off by picking up Kenny's marker and going at it Rambo-style. Keep in mind that this guy is larger than me in every dimension, so it was quite a sight. Apparently, his size also made him a good target, because he was LIT-UP continuously. For some reason, the other team did not see me, so I just kept picking them off, one by one. It was like a video game: they'd take turns running to bunkers, I'd mark them in the same sequence.
In Lee's words, "I forget how much fun this game is..."
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