So for the past couple of weekends, my spouse and I have been going out to Cowtown paintball field and practicing for the next upcoming scenario game Fall of Troy. The pracitice is needed so we can woop some tail this time around. Spiro (the general for our adversary team), needs to be put back in his place.
A couple of weekends ago, we got together with the team and got rained out. Sucks because we didn't get a rain check. The forecaster said it was supposed to be a beautiful, clear day. On the way there, it had started downpouring. It quickly stopped, and we thought all was well, because we were still within city limits. It's out near Lake Pleasant. Most of you wouldn't even know where that is, it's about thirty miles out of town. Well I guess it had rained there earlier that morning. The dirt roads were oil slicks, and I skid out bad. I was only going 20. The posted speed was 35.
There was much drama going on. It was frigid and windy. We had the Smoosh. We were all screwing around waiting for our turn to go on the field, when it got windy and poured for like an hour. I took the baby to the car because there was no need for him to be out there. He was warm and dry, and that's what mattered. Well the menfolk left the field early... their tanks had froze. That's absolutely no good.
Thank god FoT is going to be in May up in Prescott. It'll at least be in the 70s or 80s during the day, and in the 50s or 60s at night. Three days of absolute fun! Woo hoo!
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