"How about Joey opens Justin's gift first and Justin
opens Joey's gift first," Chris suggested. It was January 29, 2002. Joey
and Justin always celebrated their birthdays together because of the closeness.
After Chris' suggestion they decided to do that. Opening up
each other's gift first, than everyone else's.
Justin was turning twenty-one and Joey already turned
twenty-five. There was a long list of what was going to happen that day. We
already had lunch about half an hour ago, so cake was out for now.
They finished unwrapping gifts, so we all went to laser tag.
It was one of their favorite games, but I never played it before.
Getting in, the guy described what to do. The green and red
team were against each other. We would be wearing a pack that glowed a little
circle of our color team we were on and a head band thing that glowed our color.
We got a gun that we were to shoot the other team with. The lights would dim and
they would count down five seconds. As soon as they counted the game would
start. Whoever was shot the most at the end of the five games would be the
loser, and whoever got shot least was the winner.
"What should the teams be?" I asked as we got to the
area with the equipment.
"Not my team," Lance laughed jokingly, "you
haven't even played before, so you would make me look bad," he said as he
gave one of those girlish poses as a joke.
I laughed at him, "fine then, not like I wanted you
anyway."
"How about Lance, Justin and Chris against you, me, and
Joey," JC suggested.
"Sounds good to me," I said, "We get to be the
green team," I said going over to the green section and getting the
equipment.
We walked into the room and waited. "All ready." a
voice said from the speakers. The lights went dim and the count down started,
"GO!" shouted a voice from the speakers.
I ran to the other side, but right as I was in the middle of
the room someone shot me. They shot me again and again, I must have gotten shot
ten times. I turned around and saw a red person standing there shooting,
"STOP SHOOTING ME, UGH!" I shouted annoyed because he kept shooting
me. I must have been shot twenty times within the ten seconds that we were
playing. I ran over to whoever it was and tackled them to the ground.
"A little aggressive aren't we?" I heard Lance say
as he laughed, "It's ok, you don't have to kill me."
"You won't stop shooting me," I said as I was
sitting lightly on his lower stmach so he could get up, "You shot me about
twenty times in ten seconds."
"Don't stand there and I wouldn't have shot you that
much," he said laughing.
"It's not funny, I never played before, it's not
fair," I said pushing him back down as he tried to sit up, "My turn to
get you," I picked up my gun and shot him. Laughing I got up and ran away.
The game ended up with the red team winning, thanks to me. I
was the one shot the most, with 109 shots in all five games. We ended the day
with going to the movies. Something to just mellow out from the hyper day.