Saturday was a great day! I'd arranged with 8 friends and the boyfriend to go paintballing. I'd never been paintballing before and we'd all bought a super cheap deal ($12 for a game and 150 shots) so I thought 'WHY NOT?!'. The thing is, when the morning of the game arrived, I was terrified and DID NOT want to go! I'd had a bit of banter with some of the boys who were going, and then was terrified that they were going to hunt me down and use me as a human target!
|This isn't actually us. I took some photos but they weren't very good!|
I tried persuading them to be on my team, but they refused. So I asked the boyfriend to be on my team, and also grabbed one of the other guys (he's a Kiwi so dead active and I knew he'd be a good 'asset' to the team!) and made a deal with my friend Sara that we'd watch each other's backs! Sara and I even invested $5 to hire the overalls so that we'd bit a little more camouflaged than in our 'civvies'. As the game commenced, I found myself a sniper tower, clambered up and stayed there! No shots on me! Fools!
At the end of each round, I kept coming back paint free, and was pretty chuffed about that. Then I thought 'oh no - they will now hunt me down because I am the only person who hasn't been shot!'. They didn't! I did have a teensy bit of a run around at the end of the match, but was still unharmed. Hoorah and a successful paintballing adventure. Especially when I see the Dalmatian-like bruises on the boys!
|After all the banter, it was me who came out bruise free!|
What WASN'T so successful was that evening. We'd all arranged to go to one of my favourite restaurants in Wellington, Cafe Istanbul. It's a great big restaurant (which looks incredibly tiny from the outside, but once you're through the doors just keeps on going!) and had fabulous food, a relaxed atmosphere and traditional belly dancers!
The evening turned out to be rainy, so I thought it was a great opportunity to bust out a pair of new leather boots I'd bought on my trip back to Wales in January and not worn yet. So I paired them with a pair of black leggings, a black tunic, a black matte sequin bike jacket that was also a new purchase from the Wales trip, and some nice silvery jewellery. Leaving the house, I felt pretty pleased with my funky lil outfit.
|Boots - TK Maxx; Leggings and Tunic - Primark; Jacket - TK Maxx; Necklace - TK Maxx; Bangle - Christmas pressie :)|
|Bag - Witchery|
Sixty seconds later, I was not so pleased!
Trotting down the path to the bus-stop (the boyfriend had offered to pay for a taxi but I thought I'd be economical and get the bus instead, that will teach me!), large umbrella in hand, I managed to get about 10 metres before I slipped on the slippery path in my shiny new boots, and landed in a heap on the floor.
Grazed hand? Check. Ripped leggings? Check. Bloody knee? Check. Scuffed new boots? Yes, check.
Extreme sad face? CHECK!
Trying to stop myself from having a little cry, I hobbled back to the apartment to survey the damage:
|Bad times :(|
|Brand new boots scuffed :'(|
|Both of them were casualties in the tumble|
|In the words of Charlie Sheen - #not winning|
I changed my leggings, put my scuffed boots back on, gathered my pride and jumped in a taxi to the restaurant. I wasn't going to let my fall stop me from enjoying a belly dance, borek and a glass of vino!