I was supposed to go paintballing with a bunch of folks from work tomorrow morning, but my buddy Angus, the "cruise director" for the event, decided to call it off because we're getting rain Saturday.
What a freakin' wuss, I say. Only in the Air Force.
I mean, c'mon-- the Army doesn't call off a war because there's rain. Although, given how Vietnam turned out, I'm sure that'd be a very hand rule.
Oh well. I guess I'll have to wait a few more weeks to replicate my outstanding, now-legendary performance at last year's paintballing excursion. I understand that my friends can only take so much humiliation, they have to get ready for the next time I kick their tails.
Then again, after watching this video, I'm not so sure paintballing is a good idea. I mean, honestly, that looks painful, don't you think?
He he he. . . I've got to try that sometime. Perhaps on Angus.