My nephew’s (Coco’s son) birthday celebration was this past weekend, and like every cool ten year old kid, he wanted to invite his friends to play laser tag and have some pizza and cake. Obviously, I was invited because I’m the cool Aunt…. and because my daughter is very close to her cousin so she had to go….mostly because of the latter. Maybe I made up the part about being the cool aunt...whatever.
Anyway, we all gathered at this place in town called SportsConnections; an arcade kind-of place where they showcase a large selection of arcade games, jumpy houses, mini-bowling, wall climbing, ropes course, laser vault, bumper-carts, and yes, laser tag.
It was the first time playing laser tag at this place. I decided to play because my daughter wanted to be on my team… and because I wanted to beat the hubby.
The place was a big warehouse looking room, with a maze of tall walls with holes and columns, so you could see through them and spot the adversaries. They asked us to grab a vest/gun set and step into two lines; each of about 10-15 people.
One “marshal” took one of the lines to the left of the room, the others were taken to the right of the room and towards the very end of the play area. That was our zone; the red zone.
We realized that we had all adults and two 6 year old in our team. All other, agile, sneaky, intrepid kids were on the green team.
We were going to get beat.
I admit, I’ve only played this game once or twice before. And you all know I wasn’t the sportiest person in the room, so the idea of getting blasted by a group of ten year olds was, well, not very appealing and quite ego-painful.
I was determined to defend my self-esteem, and I released my inner child.
Oh boy, I released my inner child.
As soon as the game started, I crouched and carefully made my way towards their “base” for a surprise attack. Nobody was guarding it, as they didn’t expect a hit so soon. I took advantage of this and took many points out of their board and into ours.
Then I got killed, and had to shamelessly return to base for a “recharge”.
I got ready, ducked, and sneaked silently like a hunting cat waiting for its prey as I made my way around the rubber walls.
I got killed.
I decided I was going to change my approach and stay put to defend our base.
I patrolled the perimeter, making sure every green light was turned around by the beam of my red laser. I was the defender; the all-powerful guardian.
Until a group of 4 ten- year olds blasted me out of my base, forcing me to run and recharge.
Apparently you get points taken out when someone hits you, so the “millions” of points I thought I got, I didn’t. I lost most of them. But I still did OK.
Game was over fairly quickly. We played six short games in one hour. All of them packed with unique roll-playing action and fun.
By the time the game was over, I was drenched in sweat, and thirst took over my will to speak.
Pizza and cake worked wonders to quench the tiredness. All the kids were still excited although sad that MY TEAM WON. Apparently, the other adults in my team were pretty good, so we beat the green team. No thanks to me, I’m sure. Either way, we had so much fun; I seriously want to do this again.
Maybe an adult game so I don’t feel bad for defeating the kids. They didn’t care that much though. They were happy just to play.
By the way. My legs hurt so much!!!!! Crouching and sneaking for an hour is not good when you are not in the best of shapes. Oi Vay!