Running around and shooting people with infrared beams has improved my mood no end. Quasar – good, silly fun. I was wishing someone else there watched Stargate obsessively, though, so we could do the handsignals thing (perhaps they did – we only had a few minutes to get acquainted, so I didn't get a chance to ask).

 

I had a big plastic gun that kept saying "Good shot!"

 

Well, admittedly it told me I'd been shot more often than I was a good shot. The only way in which I resemble Jack O'Neill is that I'm now limping, having knackered my knees from all the crouching. *g* I'm so unfit. Oh, but my red team (mostly female) kicked ass. We won both games against the (entirely male) green team - second time by 343 to 188. We ROOL!

 

Yes, I am getting overexcited about it. But 'twas fun.