More from the land where they use the C-word on telly, (but only after 9pm, it's not like we're French or anything).
Friday night we got a friend to take the children overnight. This allowed us the opportunity to spend a relaxing evening together, and we decided to make a date of it. So what did we do, but play Laser Tag of course.
The fiancee's church was having a night out playing Laser Quest with another church. So we got to spend the evening running around a dark room lit by black lights and strobes and shooting people. Nothing like a little violence to keep a load of Christians entertained.
We played three rounds. The first was a free for all, which was well wrong, being as thirty or forty people in a small arena just becomes a bloody massacre. The next game was roughly church on church, though the fiancee and I, as well as the pastor and his wife, were loaned out to the other team due to uneven numbers. Our team won.
The last round was guys versus girls. We pretty much avoided each other for this one, though it wasn't completely possible due to the fact that at a certain distance in the dark all you see is the glowing vest of the opponent, and you fire indiscriminately at a group of hostiles, so a bit of inter-relational friendly fire becomes unavoidable, much like the American Air Force has the nasty habit of bombing Canadians every so often. To my credit, she shot me six times to my four, so I like to imagine I managed to salvage some gallantry from the situation.
At the end of the game, the girls had racked up an impressive 345 points to the guy's -175 points. The feminine jubilation was short lived however, as it soon became apparent that the guys had not yet tallied their scores by deactivating their guns. We won, thanks in small part to the my realization that each team had a base which could be tagged for additional points. A few of us managed to fight our way to the women's base and capture it, unbenownst to the ladies, who merely thought it was an exceptionally well-defensible position. Whereupon we sat under the base, shooting it to score and unleash a rather WWII sounding klaxon as often as it recharged. The gross disparity in final scores however could not be laid completely on the doorstep of our additional strategic knowledge, despite the ladies' best efforts to claim unfair circumstances.
It was a most enjoyable evening. Untimately, we spent much of our date night in the dark, getting all hot and sweaty, and with the night's activities leaving us both rather achy in the morning from our exertions. Apparently rather standard for a date, all things considered. Even if it was just Laser Tag.