and finally...
we have gone to the chapel...
<end scene>
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Saturday, October 29, 2011
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
Nobody plans or pulls off a wedding alone.
Fawn and I were truly, truly blessed during the last year to have the help of family and
dear friends to help us create the day we wanted our wedding day to be.
I wanted to first take this opportunity to thank those of you who were there on
Sunday, October 16, 2011. You were invited because you are and will always be special to us.
Thank you so much for adding to what was an incredibly magical day.
To those of you who photographed and videotaped and posted on Facebook-thank you so much. We are trying to look at everything from everyone. Please know that were appreciate all the time you took to capture and preserve our big day.
Although we will be sending out formal thank-you notes, Fawn and I wanted to make sure that we thank you all for your most generous outpouring of love and gifts. Thank you all so very much.
And now a few special thank-you's to those of you who went above and beyond to make sure the day went as smoothly as possible...and that I still had some hair at the end of the day.
Our Wedding Party
Mary Lib, Katrina, Karen and Dennis
James, Joe, Drew, Shayne and James
Skylar and Jayda
Thank you for being there, along side us, as our journey came full circle.
We love you.
And damn! You all looked fine!
Jen Sinclair
Mary Lib, Katrina, Karen and Dennis
James, Joe, Drew, Shayne and James
Skylar and Jayda
Thank you for being there, along side us, as our journey came full circle.
We love you.
And damn! You all looked fine!
Jen Sinclair
Our most talented photographer.
How did we get so lucky to have someone so talented...
so innovative...so energetic...
and so truly kind to be the person taking our wedding photos?
and so truly kind to be the person taking our wedding photos?
From the minute we met you we knew we were in good hands.
Thank you for your creativity and passion. Your talent is complimented by your good heart and enthusiasm not only for your craft but for life itself.
http://www.jensinclairphotography.com/
http://www.jensinclairphotography.com/
Scott
THANK YOU Scott for your most generous gift of our wedding cake.
You created the wedding cake Fawn and I had dreamed of and never asked for a thing.
You are a master cake maker and a good friend.
We will be eternally grateful.
We will be eternally grateful.
Lisa
Our coordinator.
Thank you Lisa for taking the reins and allowing me to enjoy the day. Thank you also for taking on the task, on top of everything else you were trying to juggle, of creating that beautiful fruit and cheese tower.
Natasha
Our bartender.
Thank you for the gift of your friendship, professionalism, calm and most incredible smile.
Shanti Lynn
Thank you for taking such good care of Fawn.
Somehow you made my beautiful bride even more beautiful.
George
Somehow you made my beautiful bride even more beautiful.
George
Thank you friend for the gift of your talent.
Dennis
but which also set us on a good solid path to begin our life together.
We are blessed to have you in our lives.
Cloves would have been proud.
Oh Piggie. What can we say?
With all that is going on in your life, you managed to be assistant decorator, den mother, slipper be-dazzler, and the strong shoulder Fawn needed when I wasn't allowed to be there.
We love you, Dennis. You are truly fabulous.
Teresa
We needed your wisdom and guidance and you did not let us down. Thank you for listening to us and taking a bunch of ideas and words and feelings and creating a ceremony that reflected not only who were are as bride and groom but which also set us on a good solid path to begin our life together.
Ron, Ginny, Stephen and Lauren
Not only did you drive for 6 hours to be part of our special day, but you worked from beginning to end, tirelessly, with no complaints, to help set up and then break down. You took a huge weight off my shoulders. And then, just when we thought you couldn't possibly do anymore to show how much you care about us, you decorated our hotel room and created a little more magic for my bride and I. You are true friends. We are so incredibly grateful and love you all.
The sweet tea's on me!
The sweet tea's on me!
James and Rachel
If you look in the dictionary under the word friendship, you will find the definition for the word friendship. If you look into our hearts you will find the gratitude we have for the gift of your tireless energy on our wedding day. As if throwing us an awesome shower wasn't enough, you were there for us from start to finish. You never stopped and just kept asking "What's next?"
Thank you both. We are so fortunate to be able to call you friends.
Aleta, Shayne and Journey
You're always there for us and not just because you're family, but because you are good, kind people. Thanks for shouldering so much of the day's-and night's-tasks
and doing it all with a smile on your faces.
You're always there for us and not just because you're family, but because you are good, kind people. Thanks for shouldering so much of the day's-and night's-tasks
and doing it all with a smile on your faces.
Thank you all...so very much
Jody & Fawn
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUTHANK YOU THANK YOU
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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The music from our wedding
Processional
Bride's Entrance
Recessional
Post-Lude Music
Beautiful Day
Entrance of Bride and Groom
You're My First, My Last, My Everything
First Dance
Entrance of Bride and Groom
You're My First, My Last, My Everything
First Dance
After All
Mother and Sons Dance
Beautiful Boy
Bride and Brother Dance
Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water
Groom and Mother Dance
Mother and Sons Dance
Beautiful Boy
Bride and Brother Dance
Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water
Groom and Mother Dance
You'll Be In My Heart
Garter Song
Garter Song
Don't Know Much
To Fawn...I love you with all my heart...forever
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
I'm MARRIED!!!!!!!!
Guess this means that there's no more need for this blog.
When I come back down to Earth...and back from my honeymoon, I'm going to post just a few more times and then close down shop.
Thank you all for sticking by me through this whole adventure.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
Guess this means that there's no more need for this blog.
When I come back down to Earth...and back from my honeymoon, I'm going to post just a few more times and then close down shop.
Thank you all for sticking by me through this whole adventure.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday was all about the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. There is a wedding tonight at our venue so Friday evening was the only night we could gather with our wedding party and go over the when's and how's of the ceremony.
The biggest detail we needed to work out was the timing of Fawn's walk down the aisle. Or rather, Fawn's walk down the sidewalk. The sidewalk leading from the start of the sidewalk to the steps of the old church is about a hundred yards long. It was tricky timing the piece of music for the bride's entrance with the distance with Fawn's steps. We got it worked out. If all else fails, we will put Fawn on a skateboard and pull her with a string.
Rehearsal went really well. Our coordinator Lisa has things under control and I know that at about 3:00 P.M. on Sunday, I will hand over the clipboard of power to her and just enjoy my day with my lady, my family, and my friends.
As with every wedding there were a few glitches yesterday.
We had some issues with our linens. They have been resolved.
We had some issues with our music. They have been resolved.
There was some family drama.
So any way...
I did a little too much yesterday, I guess, and ended my day in agony. My head and neck were screaming at me, loudly, and finally fell asleep sometime around 12. Or 1. I have no clue really. I'm a little wiped this morning. Gotta play it safe today. No heavy lifting.
Let's focus on the positive though.
The weather cleared up.
Our programs came out beautiful and the store manager even gave us a 30% discount....just 'cuz she likes us.
We ended the day with our wedding party at a restaurant for a nice dinner. It was a little awkward at first because the hostess couldn't figure our where to put us. So there we all stood. Right in the middle of a very busy restaurant waiting for a table as the 12 year who was in charge of the floor stared blankly and gave us attitude. Eventually someone who knew what they were doing, and who graduated the 7th grade, put together a long table for us. With the exclusion of 4 of the younger people, we were all able to sit together.
The 20 year old's didn't mind though. They were just happy to not to have to hear all our old people talk about insurance and replacement hips and mortgages.
We ate, we drank, we ate some more, we laughed and we ate some more. Huge portions at that place. Huge. I think we all walked out with white styrofoam boxes.
This morning we are having a breakfast with some of the wedding party at Silver Diner. I can't stop thinking about pigs-in-blankets and, really, that's what a groom should be thinking about the day before his wedding.
The day before his wedding.
Wow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
That came up on us fast. At about 1000 miles per hour, I'd say.
What did John Lennon say? "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."
The always witty Mr. Lennon also said "As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
The biggest detail we needed to work out was the timing of Fawn's walk down the aisle. Or rather, Fawn's walk down the sidewalk. The sidewalk leading from the start of the sidewalk to the steps of the old church is about a hundred yards long. It was tricky timing the piece of music for the bride's entrance with the distance with Fawn's steps. We got it worked out. If all else fails, we will put Fawn on a skateboard and pull her with a string.
Rehearsal went really well. Our coordinator Lisa has things under control and I know that at about 3:00 P.M. on Sunday, I will hand over the clipboard of power to her and just enjoy my day with my lady, my family, and my friends.
As with every wedding there were a few glitches yesterday.
We had some issues with our linens. They have been resolved.
We had some issues with our music. They have been resolved.
There was some family drama.
So any way...
I did a little too much yesterday, I guess, and ended my day in agony. My head and neck were screaming at me, loudly, and finally fell asleep sometime around 12. Or 1. I have no clue really. I'm a little wiped this morning. Gotta play it safe today. No heavy lifting.
Let's focus on the positive though.
The weather cleared up.
Our programs came out beautiful and the store manager even gave us a 30% discount....just 'cuz she likes us.
We ended the day with our wedding party at a restaurant for a nice dinner. It was a little awkward at first because the hostess couldn't figure our where to put us. So there we all stood. Right in the middle of a very busy restaurant waiting for a table as the 12 year who was in charge of the floor stared blankly and gave us attitude. Eventually someone who knew what they were doing, and who graduated the 7th grade, put together a long table for us. With the exclusion of 4 of the younger people, we were all able to sit together.
The 20 year old's didn't mind though. They were just happy to not to have to hear all our old people talk about insurance and replacement hips and mortgages.
We ate, we drank, we ate some more, we laughed and we ate some more. Huge portions at that place. Huge. I think we all walked out with white styrofoam boxes.
This morning we are having a breakfast with some of the wedding party at Silver Diner. I can't stop thinking about pigs-in-blankets and, really, that's what a groom should be thinking about the day before his wedding.
The day before his wedding.
Wow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
That came up on us fast. At about 1000 miles per hour, I'd say.
What did John Lennon say? "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."
The always witty Mr. Lennon also said "As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
4 days away now.
4.
It was a busy day today and I am happy to say that the last of the big things on my THINGS TO DO list has been checked off.
SWOOSH!
That was the sound of a pen checking a YES box on a list of things to do.
CRAP!
That was the sound of me realizing that now there are only 320 smaller things left to do.
I am happy to say that I spent about an hour on the phone, more about that in a second, with my disc jockey and we worked everything out. I feel so much better about things now than I did last week.
I get nervous ordering Chinese food over the phone.
So imagine how I felt about being told I was going to discuss all the details regarding my wedding music over the phone and that the first time I would be meeting with my disc jockey, face-to-face, would be an hour before the wedding.
I have to admit. I was a little freaked out. Oh okay. I was a lot freaked out.
I talked with my dj today and he seems like a really nice guy.
We discussed all of my special requests and asked each other all the important questions. We talked about positioning of speakers and the order of songs. Ian, my dj, sounded like he knew what he was talking about and his confidence was calming. He was patient with me and let me ramble on and on.
Wedding Brain is a terrible thing. I would guess that if there was another two weeks of all this planning and phone calls and emails, the police would probably find me in a tree, in the fetal position, sleeping in the nest I had built from the pages of Modern Bride.
A follow-up email will answer some lingering questions about some key timing and some disc jockey magic. Then we will be set. BOOM! Done!
The music was the first thing I started planning all those months ago and I've always imagined it being just so. I have worked long hours in the choosing music that reflects who Fawn and I are as people and as a bride and groom.
I think people will like it.
Music is a go!
THUNDERBIRDS are a go!
(Sorry. Couldn't resist.)
I was supposed to go a tanning salon today. We received coupons from Men's Wearhouse (Wearhouse. Get it?) for free tanning sessions.
Fawn suggested I grab some rays. She didn't come right out and say "Don't you want some pigment on your skin for the wedding?' She did that thing that all women do. She told me to do something, made it sound like a suggestion, and in the end I will be adamant that it was my idea in the first place.
It was actually.
I've never been to tanning salon but then again this wedding is making me do a lot of things I have never done before.
I had never been to a HOOTERS.
I had never designed flowers for a table setting.
I have never picked out table cloths.
I had never been to a HOOTERS. Ever.
I've never gotten my nether region waxed.
I'm kidding. I just wanted to see if you were still reading. Believe me, if there's going to be something hot and sticky anywhere near my boys, it's not going to be wax. It'll probably be something from Cinnabon.
Just wanted to leave you with that image.
Sweet dreams, Dear Reader.
4.
It was a busy day today and I am happy to say that the last of the big things on my THINGS TO DO list has been checked off.
SWOOSH!
That was the sound of a pen checking a YES box on a list of things to do.
CRAP!
That was the sound of me realizing that now there are only 320 smaller things left to do.
I am happy to say that I spent about an hour on the phone, more about that in a second, with my disc jockey and we worked everything out. I feel so much better about things now than I did last week.
I get nervous ordering Chinese food over the phone.
So imagine how I felt about being told I was going to discuss all the details regarding my wedding music over the phone and that the first time I would be meeting with my disc jockey, face-to-face, would be an hour before the wedding.
I have to admit. I was a little freaked out. Oh okay. I was a lot freaked out.
I talked with my dj today and he seems like a really nice guy.
We discussed all of my special requests and asked each other all the important questions. We talked about positioning of speakers and the order of songs. Ian, my dj, sounded like he knew what he was talking about and his confidence was calming. He was patient with me and let me ramble on and on.
Wedding Brain is a terrible thing. I would guess that if there was another two weeks of all this planning and phone calls and emails, the police would probably find me in a tree, in the fetal position, sleeping in the nest I had built from the pages of Modern Bride.
A follow-up email will answer some lingering questions about some key timing and some disc jockey magic. Then we will be set. BOOM! Done!
The music was the first thing I started planning all those months ago and I've always imagined it being just so. I have worked long hours in the choosing music that reflects who Fawn and I are as people and as a bride and groom.
I think people will like it.
Music is a go!
THUNDERBIRDS are a go!
(Sorry. Couldn't resist.)
I was supposed to go a tanning salon today. We received coupons from Men's Wearhouse (Wearhouse. Get it?) for free tanning sessions.
Fawn suggested I grab some rays. She didn't come right out and say "Don't you want some pigment on your skin for the wedding?' She did that thing that all women do. She told me to do something, made it sound like a suggestion, and in the end I will be adamant that it was my idea in the first place.
It was actually.
I've never been to tanning salon but then again this wedding is making me do a lot of things I have never done before.
I had never been to a HOOTERS.
I had never designed flowers for a table setting.
I have never picked out table cloths.
I had never been to a HOOTERS. Ever.
I've never gotten my nether region waxed.
I'm kidding. I just wanted to see if you were still reading. Believe me, if there's going to be something hot and sticky anywhere near my boys, it's not going to be wax. It'll probably be something from Cinnabon.
Just wanted to leave you with that image.
Sweet dreams, Dear Reader.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
You know. When I am dancing our first dance with Fawn, I will probably be wishing that the moment will last forever. When we are surrounded by our family and dear friends, laughing and hugging, I will be thinking how awesome the moment is and how lucky I am.
Right now though, my stomach is in knots and I've been losing sleep because of all the drama coming from several different directions. All because two people fell in love and wanted to have an awesome wedding.
I am amazed at how insensitive some people can be.
I am appalled at how selfish others can be.
I can handle the possibility of rain.
I can handle the possibility of a train.
(Feeling very Dr. Seuss at the moment)
I can even handle a zombie eating my brain.
Not really. I just wanted to complete the rhyme.
This is not going to be a perfect wedding. Is there such a thing? I know that I can't control everything. Stuff happens. At some point you just have to laugh and say 'Oh well. That's life.'
I can't control the weather or train schedules for a national company.
At 2:30P.M. on Sunday I will hand over the CLIPBOARD OF POWER to Lisa, our coordinator and just enjoy the day I've been planning for a year. you'd better believe it, Bub.
I've told Fawn that this is it. This is the last time we get married. And if, in a moment that will later be described as temporary insanity, we do decide to do it all over again, only if to renew our vows, it will be just us, an officiant and a witness who is a mute.
I haven't regretted one second of the last year. Not one. I have been disappointed though and saddened by the insensitivity of some but bullshit aside, it has been a great ride.
In the end, it's not about these people who have tried to rain on our parade and I hope at some point, before or after the wedding, they realize that.
This coming Sunday is about me and my beautiful lady. I am keeping my eyes on the prize. Sunday, October 16, 2011 is going to be a beautiful day. We will be surrounded by the people we love and who in turn love us. It is going to be awesome.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.
Just...keep...swimming.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
Right now though, my stomach is in knots and I've been losing sleep because of all the drama coming from several different directions. All because two people fell in love and wanted to have an awesome wedding.
I am amazed at how insensitive some people can be.
I am appalled at how selfish others can be.
I can handle the possibility of rain.
I can handle the possibility of a train.
(Feeling very Dr. Seuss at the moment)
I can even handle a zombie eating my brain.
Not really. I just wanted to complete the rhyme.
This is not going to be a perfect wedding. Is there such a thing? I know that I can't control everything. Stuff happens. At some point you just have to laugh and say 'Oh well. That's life.'
I can't control the weather or train schedules for a national company.
At 2:30P.M. on Sunday I will hand over the CLIPBOARD OF POWER to Lisa, our coordinator and just enjoy the day I've been planning for a year. you'd better believe it, Bub.
I've told Fawn that this is it. This is the last time we get married. And if, in a moment that will later be described as temporary insanity, we do decide to do it all over again, only if to renew our vows, it will be just us, an officiant and a witness who is a mute.
I haven't regretted one second of the last year. Not one. I have been disappointed though and saddened by the insensitivity of some but bullshit aside, it has been a great ride.
In the end, it's not about these people who have tried to rain on our parade and I hope at some point, before or after the wedding, they realize that.
This coming Sunday is about me and my beautiful lady. I am keeping my eyes on the prize. Sunday, October 16, 2011 is going to be a beautiful day. We will be surrounded by the people we love and who in turn love us. It is going to be awesome.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.
Just...keep...swimming.
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
So I survived.
I didn't wake up with a tiger in my bathroom, a naked Asian in the trunk of my car, and so far Mike Tyson hasn't punched me while singing In The Air Tonight. I wasn't tased or tattooed.
I guess though the chances of any of that happening were extremely low.
You see, my day yesterday was not spent bar-hopping and drinking and doing shots and memory loss and girl's named Cheyenne grinding into my lap.
Much like with October being the new June, bachelor parties have become something all together new. It is common now for most bachelor parties to take place a week or even weeks before the wedding.
I wonder why.
Maybe because of idiots like this.
I'm not much of a drinker anyway. I'm a light-weight. I did my drinking in my 20's. Believe me. I'm good for a while. Besides, I wake up every morning with a migraine. The last thing I need-want-is a hangover. Does anybody really enjoy throwing up? Besides the Olsen Twins, that is.
I had no idea of what to expect yesterday. Everything was planned by my future step-sons James and Drew.
Side note: Drew and James have decided that after the wedding they will call me Step-Dude. Which I think is pretty freaking awesome.
James and Drew planned a fun day.
It started with video games at a Putt-Putt amusement center. I don't care how old a guy is. Give him a machine gun and robots or zombies to shoot at and he is a happy man. We also played those games of chance that reward you with little red tickets. The whole place is like Vegas for the little league crowd. Crazy-eyed eight year old's running around, clutching handfuls of red tickets, like handfuls of spaghetti, begging their parents for more tokens.
Those red tickets, in turn, can be turned in for valuable prizes. In the end the 5 of us accumulated over 4500 tickets and I walked out with a yellow plush monkey and some rad jewelry.
Then we were off for a round of miniature golf. I must say that out of 18 holes, I did manage to sink 5 holes-in-one and shot a consistent Par 2 for the remaining holes. I don't know what's sadder: being really good at miniature golf or being really bad. I've never played...I don't know...what would the opposite of miniature golf be? Life-size golf? Never played a round of real golf. The only Bogey I know walks into the fog with Renault as Ilsa flies away into the night at the end of Casablanca.
After our round of golf, we headed over to the go-carts, which was ironic because my car didn't. Go, that is. I got stuck with a no-go cart. Those electric shopping carts grocery stores have on hand would have been faster than what I got stuck with. This car was so slow and I was so behind the pack, that eventually it looked as though in the lead because they looped around the track and we were right behind me.
Then my future brother-in-law put me into the wall.
I should have known that was going to happen. Mostly because he said, right as we were climbing into our little cars, "Hey. I'm going to put you into the wall." It's how he says "I love you."
I was rescued by Derrick, who ran over and pulled me off the rail and got me pointed in the right direction. How humiliating. I can only imagine the stories he'll tell when the Chess Club meets on Monday.
Go-carts are fun and so are video games and miniature golf. Every once and a while it's okay to be 11 again. even if it's during your bachelor party.
We had lunch at HOOTERS.
I've never been to HOOTERS before. I didn't know they served food there. Honestly. All I can say is the food was pretty darn good. Fried pickles? Go figure! Yummy. My burger was big and juicy and I couldn't finish it all.
Speaking of big and juicy...
I know why they call the place HOOTERS. One word: boobies. I get it. I get the joke.
It's all in fun, I guess, and for a bachelor party, it was the closest I was going to get to a strip club. What I didn't expect was a bunch of girls who looked like high school juniors (a few looked like they couldn't wait to get to high school-the hostess looked 10-I am not exaggerating) It was a little disturbing. I guess I am old because the only thing I kept thinking was "Do your mommy and daddy know you're dressed like that?" and "Go put a sweater on. Right now young lady!"
Our waitress, Mindy or Cindy or Tiffany or Sparkles or Britney, whatever, was sweet. Deer-in-the-headlights sweet. She had this nervous giggle and blank expression every time we made a joke, or ordered our food or asked where our fries were. I was so tempted, several times, to say "Quick! What's 10 X 10?" I know that's mean.
The waitresses did sing to me. Yes. HOOTERS has a bachelor party song. The girls pulled me to the front of the restaurant, formed a line on either side of me, and clapped and sang-believe me-a challenge for some-one of those annoying restaurants chant songs that everyone else eating has to suffer through. And the girls were so into it! Not! One, when asked to join in the fun, actually said, "No. I'd rather not."
It was just like high school all over again.
I can only imagine the uniforms at HOOTERS, more like fabric swatches really, are one-size fits all.
After HOOTERS we drove over for 3 games of laser tag.
LASER TAG is the bomb! I don't care how old you are or what you do for a living, laser tag is awesome fun.
We had a blast.
A BLAST!!!
There were about 22 of us in this big area that has towers and ramps and walls and obstacles. The room is lit with black lights so there is this psychedelic glow. Especially if you wear white. Poor Drew was dressed in light colored clothes from head to toe and looked like Radioactive Man.
We played with other adults and lots of little kids.
There are established rules set by the laser tag place. These rules include no profanity, no physical contact, no crouching (When's the last time you saw that on a company's wall? NO CROUCHING!) and no covering your sensors. There are more rules, but hardly anyone pays attention to them. People cover their sensors, remove their sensor packs and lay down. Once the game starts, though, no matter what strategies you have worked out with your team, all go out the window.
We ran and we ducked for cover and we got shot and we fired from secret places in the dark. We yelled and we sweated and I'm sure the two older of us are walking a little slower and a little stiffer this morning that the two younger ones.
Here's a few things I've learned about laser tag and myself.
1. Six year old girls turn into blood-thirsty killers when playing laser tag.
The pigtails and chubby cheeks and Hello Kitty t-shirts are just a smoke screen. I swear that the one little girl who shot me several times had painted her face with war paint. Granted it was My Little Pony glitter war paint, but it was war paint none-the-less. Is it possible to have an adorable war face?
2. Don't trust anyone.
Anyone.
ANYONE.
Drew shot me about 25 times. Is that any way to treat your future step-dude...dude?
I did manage to accidentally shoot Joe several times.
Remember the go-karts, Joe? Payback is a bitch. Revenge is a dish best served cold...and in black light.
3. Dungeons and Dragons geeks take laser tag very, very seriously.
4. People will still shoot you, even if you choose the name Santa Claus for a laser tag nickname. It's such a mean world out there. Maybe I'll pick Baby Bunny next time.
5. I'm a decent shot. I'm a better target. Sad, but true.
6. When someone in a laser tag game tells you "I've got your back" it means that they will follow you and then shoot you in the back. Several times.
Laser-tag is fun, so much better than playing army-man when you're seven, and it was the perfect way to end our day together.
I had a great time.
Thank you James, Drew, Joe and James.
Now..can someone please explain to me...who decided that SASSY would make a good tramp-stamp?
Je. Matzer~Goin' To The Chapel
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