"I'm out! Ow! Friggin' Steve!"
Paintball was okay. It all started with me getting shot by Doosuan, who happened to be my teammate. I guess he got startled when I jumped down into the trench next to him. Nice start. I got shot a lot of times when I was going out of the games. Steve was a little eager beaver with that new marker of his. I thought I would be a little better than I was, but the quality of your paintball marker makes a lot of difference out in the field, and that crappy little rental isn't gonna cut it -- which I learned the hard way. I have a bruise on each thigh (one from Steve and one from Paul Oh), one on my left shoulder (Paul Shin), one on my chest (friendly fire -- courtesy of Doosuan), two on my back (one from Mark and another from unknown), and one on my finger. (by Steve's friend, Bao) All in all it was fun, but I don't think I would go again any time soon, especially before getting my own marker.
We came back to church, then as I pulled out of the parking spot, I hit Jon's Sienna that was parked behind me. I was tired and wasn't paying attention, and so was Dustin who was waving at me as I pulled out. It made a sizable dent on the door, but not a scratch on my Civic. I don't know how much it's going to cost -- we're gonna check with our insurance companies first.
A beautiful end to a painful day.