Paintball at NRG Kent

August 15th, 2006

I will admit i am the biggest girl’s blouse you will ever meet, so after making several excuses not to do paintballing all failed i had to face the fact i was just going to have to bite the bullet and give it a crack.

In the car my legs shaked the whole way to the paintballing grounds, and then it didn’t help to see two huge black great Danes greeting us at the gates upon arrival. Therefore Richard and i though it would be safer if we sat in the car and send Leevi and the birthday girl Lou into the grounds to investigate.

Once we realised it was safe and the others had arrived it was time to get dressed in the sexy paintballing apparel, which consisted of army print overalls, head mask and breast plates “for the girls only”. We were then split into two groups depending on which number you were given so either odds or even and as it turned out all of the partners were on the opposing team. This meant war.

It’s the most intense adrenal rush waitng in the woods with only your gun whilst protecting your team flag and just waiting to get ambushed. It’s a even better feeling when you shoot somebody! You can loose this feeling pretty fast though when you have been shoot yourself, it’s even worse when the little hard balls don’t explode so your just getting pummled until one of those damm little balls explodes. When this happens you make your way back to the meeting grounds sore and bruised ready for the next game. It’s very addictive.

It was a fun day im really glad i did it and to top it all off back home to get ready to have a yummy chinese dinner with lots of alcohol and excellent company to discuss war stories and nurse our wounds.

Lou getting ready for battle