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Paintballing with Warren

Yesterday was just one of those great days. I had never gone paintballing before, but at Warren's request, for his Bachelor party (he is getting married April 30th), he want to give it a try. Neither one of us had ever really shot anything before, but we figured this was something he had always wanted to try and could invite a lot of friends, as well. Twelve of us, in all, met up at Paintball Jungle, in American Canyon, just north of Vallejo and the San Francisco Bay.

My first thought when I arrived, was I had entered red neck country, where everyone was a gun-toting lunatic. I didn't see any gun racks in back windows of the trucks or other cars, but because of something in the air, I certainly felt there should have been a few. But we had our own private party, where we just went against each other and I have to admit, it was very therapeutic. Of all the people playing, it seemed Ivy of all people got into it the most. A girl. She looks petite, but do not get her mad. She dove for cover, snuck up on people, and terminated them. Diminutive, she is not.

I shot a lot of people too, but the one who got it the worst, I shot Danny Chu, point blank, 10 ft away. I also got Mike(snipered, never saw me), Josh, Ivy, Alice (2x pretty hard), Jen, and Jason, but the real game came down to a final match, a match between me and Warren, man on man. I had him pinned down, but he shot my gun, which splattered me. Dang. Game over. Warren, I hope you can have a good wedding, now.

Afterwards, we all went over to Warren's cousin Ed's house in SF where we all washed up for dinner. Of course, we all started to compare wounds and bruises, almost right away. After having taken showers, each person discovered welts and dicolorations they'd never seen before. I was blamed for amost 50% of the wounds. Not a bad percentage, I'd say. =)

Dinner was at Palomino along the Embarcadero in San Francisco. Food was great, but the service was pretty snippy. While waiting for our table, a few people had ordered a few drinks and an appetizer. Our table came, and the staff offered to move our drinks to our table. The offer was nice, and unexpected, but I shouldn't think that it would be uncommon for a good restuarant. Some drinks came, everything else disappeared. We inquired and the staff became confused. Not by my fault eiher, I was actually late, and never ordered anything. Then the snap came, "next time, you should carry your drinks over." Ha! Well, luckily we all calmed down, and everything was settled. New drinks came, and we all had a great dinner. I had the Steak Frites, a NY steak with their house made Provence butter. It was only an OK steak, though.

Posted by Jimmy at April 24, 2005 01:45 PM