Laser tagged

I took Santi, Carolina and Juan to Laser Quest yesterday, and we had a lot of fun. I had no idea what to do, but you could tell it wasn't the first time for my kids. We joined a group of very loud 7 year old boys, who were with two adults. Of course, the kids were so excited that I couldn't understand a word when they were giving us the instructions. My war name couldn't have been more appropriate: "Theoldfart".

I ran, hid and sought for some eternal 15 minutes, and was able to connect a few shots. But boy, did I stink. My daughter caught me, and then she would stay around to wait for my armor to be back online so she would shoot me again. She had 10 shots against me!

The other sign of how bad I was at that came to me at the end of the 'war'. I was shooting at a guy who was shooting back at me, and I couldn't understand why his armor was still lit. 15 seconds later, I realized why. It was a mirror.

I came in a comfortable ninth place out of 13 people. My kids came in second, third and fifth place. That means I was beaten by them, the two adults, and seven of the seven year old boys.

I better stick to my kids' Game Boy.

Llevé a Santi, Carolina y Juan a Laser Quest ayer, y nos divertimos mucho. Yo no tenía idea de que hacer, pero era obvio que no era la primera vez para mis hijos. Nos unimos a un grupo de chicos de 7 años muy ruidosos, que estaban con dos adultos. Por supuesto, los chicos estaban tan excitados que no pude entender una palabra cuando nos decían las instrucciones. Mi nombre de guerra no podría haber sido más apropiado: "Viejopedorro".

Corrí, me escondí y busqué por unos 15 minutos eternos, y hasta pude conectar algunos tiros. Pero la verdad es que apestaba. Mi hija me encontró y me disparó, y luego se quedaba esperando a que mi armadura se reactivara, para pegarme de nuevo. Tuvo diez tiros contra mí!

El otro signo de lo malo que era fue al final de la 'guerra'. Me encontraba tirándole a un tipo que me devolvía los disparos, y no podía entender por qué su armadura seguía prendida. Quince segundos más tarde, me di cuenta por qué. Era un espejo.

Terminé en un confortable noveno puesto entre 13 personas. Mis hijos terminaron segundo, tercero y quinto. Eso significa que me ganaron ellos, los dos adultos y siete de esos niños de siete años.

Me parece que mejor sigo con el Game Boy de mis chicos.

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