I Need Sleep

So yeah, in answer to the question posed by my last post. I am, indeed, quite tired. Working late kicked my butt as much as I expected, and even going back to early mornings for the past two days was tough. For some reason, someone thought it would be a great idea for the skinny guy with no thermal mass to go crawling around in the giant freezer and milk cooler.

Let’s just say I was less than thrilled.

But getting this tired wasn’t completely bad (I realized that may sound a lot dirtier than I meant, but bear with me). Sunday, I had the chance to go to a friend’s Nerf party. What’s a Nerf party, you may ask? Well, it’s better than a Tupperware party, I can assure you. It involves getting a bunch of people together, a couple barrels of foam darts, and more tubs than you can carry with plastic launchers for said darts. Then, you use the aforementioned darts and launch them at the aforementioned people.

The theme was suitably nerdy: Redshirts (Star Trek) vs. Stormtroopers (Star Wars). That is to say, people who can’t hit anything against people who end up dying anyway. We even had a bunch of cardboard boxes to use as terrain.

It was a ton of fun. We had done something similar last year, but without a unifying theme or anywhere near as many structured scenarios. People really got into it, and I was even able to drag my brother out of his post-sportsball-defeat stupor to come and have a good time. We ended up being on the same team (Star Wars, if you must know), but that didn’t stop us from shooting each other occasionally.

It was a ton of fun, and I think everyone that showed up had a great time. As things progressed, you could see strategies starting to form beyond just “wade in like Rambo Deadpool, firing indiscriminately.” And of course, there were a few minor hiccups with rules and intensity (one team seemed more aggressive than the other, and it can be hard to read whether or not a foam dart hit you), but for the most part it was nice and friendly. Although it was amusing how the “I shot you!” “No you didn’t!” dynamic holds just as true whether you’re twelve or twenty.