I've decided to chum up with the student shere who are part of the drinking club international association I was sheperding in Edinburgh. So, yesterday they invited me to tag along with them to a team bonding session paintballing. Alright, so far, so clichθd.

Anyway, it was great fun. I spoke to about 5 of the 20 people there which is good for an unnecessarily shy idiot like me. They were alreayd chummy you see, and it's always hard to break into a new group. So! Nothing a bit of pretend killing couldn't overcome. There we were at the end of a 45 degree day, in clothes, outer-camu wear, mask, gloves, neck protector, gun. I began sweating immediately. My mini-sauna suit making my hair tickle with moisture... gross!

So, we played 4 games, I enjoyed pretending to be G.I. Joe Joan Jane, belly crawling and sniper shots galore! I got shot twice very painfully in the course of the action. I have MASSIVE bruises- one on my bicep and one on the hip bone, thankfully it didn't go 3 inches to the center or it may have been a more sterilising injury. Overnight, these bruises have become angry red welt-like halos on my skin.
The stigmata of friendship.

I was invited to party tonight and thursday though so perhaps it was all worth it...