When Matt and Candice were in town, Matt, Patrick, and I decided to play laser tag while Candice went to visit some old friends. Ali, who originally consented to play minature golf, grudgingly ceded to the change in plans. And I stress "grudgingly."
Once at Laser Quest, we chose our codenames. I donned the moniker of "Puuplaar"--misspelled "Puupler" by the pimply teen worker.Matt was "Blanche." Patrick became Lee Hainless AKA "LeeHainous." And Ali was the formidable "Fannie Mae."
Soon we began a solo match against 23 other people--most under the age of 10, but, a few dads, other college-aged kids, and some teenagers too--and entered the maze.
As I split from the group, "Eye of the Tiger" pounding in my head, I divided the ranks of the kids running around in packs. I hiked to the top of the level and sniped the snipers. I hid; I ducked; I strategized. I ran into Ali once or twice, and she was laughing. Needless-to-say time flew by quickly and the match was over. It was time to tally the scores.
All 27 of us gathered around the pedestal of truth as the pimply teen announced the winners of the game starting from 3rd place. "Puupler?" I walked up to the pedestal and took my score card from his hand. "Tazor." A middle-aged man waddled up to retrieve his scores. And in first place... "Fanny Mae." All of the 10-year olds, the slimy teenagers, and the parents who played the match searched the ranks for a glimpse of this hardened player. As Ali walked to the pedestal, a noticeable gasp sounded from Brad, the 10-year-old whose birthday party it was, and I shouted, "That's my wife!"
As we walked to the car, Patrick made the comment that he didn't even make it to the top 10 and was trying his hardest. Ali simply smiled and said, "I hated laser tag in high school, but it seems that the technology has really improved."
MISSING: Casio Digital Wristwatch COLOR: Silver Chrome, with silver metallic chain mesh snap band. FEATURES: Stopwatch, alarm, Indiglo, two separate time zones-telling feature, 30 different phone number storage.
If found please search through the phone number section of the watch and call the number listed under "me."
An oyasumikaiin* in Japan gave this watch to me with the double-time zone telling feature in mind.
"See," she said, as my companion and I sat with her at an open-air restaraunt, "Now you can see what time it is at home."
I don't know if she was trying to make me homesick or trying to dissuade us from "the path"--she also gave us some Coffee-flavored swiss rolls--but, the gift was appreciated!
Anyway, that watch lasted me practically 7 years and I can basically tie it in to all the milestones in my life from 1999 to present. I watched the date on its face change from 1999 to 2000 from the roof of my apartment in Japan. I got the battery changed at the BYU bookstore in 2003. I wasn't wearing it when I got married--that was my other watch--but, I would've, if it hadn't started to look so beat up.
Anyway, if anybody has any info as to the whereabouts of this dear old friend...please...