My quads are on fire. I've been running on and off, but playing laser tag means moving in a unique way: lots of stops and starts, quick dashes and sudden halts, dropping to one knee or taking off from a crouch. One of my favorite techniques this weekend was to squat behind cover, extend one leg backward, and come up around the corner at an unconventional angle, all of which requires balancing on muscles I don't typically use.
After a rehearsal at the Fenway Center, some of the band was assigned to play at another corporate gig. This time, we took a bus to the convention center by the waterfront (the same one where I protested not long ago); our assignment was to play at the opening of a neuroscience convention. The band was set up in a huge room with awful acoustics, not to mention in a spot where people couldn't really stop to listen -- we were essentially on a landing between two escalators. We didn't play for very long or particularly well; since everyone was spread along a narrow walkway, the low and high voices were too far apart and couldn't hear each other. Nevertheless, we got paid for it!
Several people dropped by Stetson East for food after we got back to campus, and we decided to have a movie night at our place. Maddie, Malcolm, Nathan and Sean all stuck around to watch True Lies, that paragon of funny action flicks. This is the first time that me and Maddie have hung out without me sobbing wretchedly. I proceeded to pull a near-all nighter and watched numerous episodes of Arrow.
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