Sunday, December 16, 2007

A Day Out With The Boys

Thought I'd post a few photos of the paintball excursion I went on recently.

The good-looking guy in the front row, far left is me. The others are all drunks and derelicts.

The shirt (left photo) says "Annihilator" Jerry Fuhrman. An executive assistant's idea.

It was at this point that I'd prepared a list in my mind of which people I wanted to take down. A lengthy list, as it turned out.

The limp-wristed guy in the photo to the right is me.

Note the fella on the right. He got shot in the mouth with a red paintball. When asked what it tastes like, he replied: "like paint."

The field of battle.

Great fun had by all. Came away with only four nasty bruises from paintball impacts.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

What a Joint

I told someone yesterday that I'm probably out of my element when I find myself staying in a hotel that, if I were the manager, I wouldn't allow a lowlife like me to enter. But staying here I am. Welcome to my temporary home away from home - the Rosen Shingle Creek Hotel.

I had to get a map in order to find my way around.

I need (but haven't been supplied with) a shuttle bus to get from the reservation desk to my room. 

The hotel logo is on the toilet paper in my room, for God's sake. (Think I'm not swiping that? - no pun intended.)

Nice digs.