Mombo- I Am a Bad Ass With a Lazer Tag Gun

Well here I am again at another birthday party my sons were invited to. I’m down with this one though. Why? IT’S LASER TAG! Have you ever done laser tag? Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.

My oldest has had his party here a few times and I have loved every minute of it. See, I am somewhat competitive. No, scratch somewhat; I am competitive. Don’t think we can still be friends if I lose Monopoly. Should I have an “off day” and lose Monopoly, you are no longer my friend. It’s the law of nature. Ok, that’s going a little overboard. You are not my friend at least during my internal, adult meltdown about losing.

My goal was to be #1 during all laser tag missions. Period. Sadly, with the alter ego name of Avenger; I would usually rank #14 out of #15. This score was just slightly higher then the adorable 2 year old that went into laser tag with her vest touching the ground.

I knew I had a problem when to rack up additional points, I began shooting the 18 month old my good friend was holding so he wouldn’t get trampled. From a distance my sister looked over (we were on the same team) and quickly put a stop to this.

“What is wrong with you? This is a baby. Your shooting a baby.”

“It’s all fair game S. If anyone walks into the chamber, they are vulnerable to my attack.”

From the lights that made everything white glow, I could see her roll her eyes and return back to her base obviously not following my logic.

‘We can’t be weak here.’ I said to myself.

After walking away from the baby, I returned back to a hiding place I had found on the upper level. After just a few minutes I felt my vest go dead. Someone had shot me. I turned around to find an adorable little 6 year old with a gun smiling at me, clearly proud of what she had done. I forced a fake grin and turned back around, awaiting for my vest to turn on again. You couldn’t shoot people until it went live. After about 10 seconds it came back on but again went dead. I turned around to find the same little girl, still smiling at me. ‘Oh my God.’ I thought. I am the baby now.

“Ok sweetie, you got me. Run along and get more people,” I said trying to remain calm. She did not. She just stood there. I began to stare at her. We were going to have an old fashion shoot out. Slowly I lifted my gun to her flux capacitor, or whatever they called the thing on the vest and waited for my vest to turn on again. I had one eye closed while I aimed with the other. The vest went live and BAM her vest went dead. She frowned at me and quickly ran away. ‘Yeah, that’ll teach you to disrespect your elders,’ I thought.

Fast forward to this party and I’m pissed. It’s so busy I don’t get to play. I wore my tennis shoes, had a rubber band for my hair and was ready to kick ass. I just sit here sulking, writing this up.

So what about you? You ever play? Are you competitive when it comes to games? My next combat mission I want to try paint ball. I’ve never been but heard it’s fun.