Laser Tag

Going to a place named the "Family Fun Center" can only mean fun, right?


Well my little sister decided to have her birthday party at the aforementioned location, and one of the key attractions is the laser tag.


Walking into the futuristic arena, your white shirt suddenly becomes a glowing beacon. Shoelaces glisten. Even your white teeth gives away your location in the black lights. 


I was playing with a couple of my friends, Kelsey and Shinji, and all of the kids decided that it wouldn't be fair to have my buddy and I on the same team. Shinji and I play sports together every day. Waging on who will get the highest score among each other, we stealthily enter into the gaming area and begin playing.


Out-of-body experience hardly describes my time in the arena. Diving, tagging kids from across the map, and dodging lasers filled the 5-minute window. 


After the match I triumphantly hung up my vest and gun, asking Shinji with a smirk what his score was. 


"1,000" Shinji reported proudly. Scoffing, I told him my score - a whopping 3,500. Discussing the match, we walk outside of the arena to look at the overall scoreboard. Kelsey follows us out quietly, hardly having broken a sweat.


She cutely inquires her score and tells us her number. My buddy and I both do a double-take - 27,000! 


That's seven times better than our scores combined. She modestly shrugs, mentioning her previous shooting experience and how we could use some practice. 


Last time I ever play laser tag with a girl.

These pictures illustrate perfectly the range of skill. Actual picture of Kelsey training for the laser tag match.

Buttons

So I'm going back to school and decided I need some new jeans. Naturally the first place I go is...Abercrombie.


I walk in and the music begins rupturing my ears. The cologne is being piped through the air ducts. Naked models stare at me, challenging me to try on a pair of ripped jeans.


Why I'm 23 years old and still shop at Abercrombie is because (a) my buddy works there, and (b) I like how the jeans fit. 


I find a pair a like, try it on quickly, and purchase it. 


Wearing the jeans later in the week, I go to put them on and realize they don't have a zipper. Instead they have three buttons. 


I realize how this must be trendy, sexier, etc. But nonetheless when I'm in a bathroom with a slew of other guys, myself struggling to unbutton my pants - I look like a nutcase. 


A future college grad battling with his pants in the bathroom is not the image I wish to portray. So next time you see me in my new jeans, just compliment them and know that I've been practicing in my spare time. 

Lessons at a Park

Kids are so innocent. 


I was taking my nephew to the park and had a water bottle with me. Naturally the 3-year-old started getting thirsty after exhausting all possible game options to do with plastic fixtures and old tires.


Letting him take a swig, he took a deep gulp and lowered the water bottle in his hands. Thoughtfully he waited a second with the plastic container in hand. Tipping it slightly in his small hands to observe the light pass through the remaining water, he looked like an aspiring scientist on the brink of a discovery.


Then his eyes squinted, nose flared, and mouth protruded to let out the biggest sneeze his small body could muster. 


Spray flew in every direction, most noticeably all over the water bottle and might have even filled it some. He looked at me with his big eyes and gestured with the water bottle that he was done. 


I took advantage of the situation and taught him how to recycle a water bottle. He'll be a great recycler someday. 

Bryton, my nephew, sporting some goggles. These would have come in handy when he sneezed.