Friday: Immediately after work, I went to grab paintball gear and head out. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my remote line and my hopper lid got broken off somehow, so I had to replace the hopper lid with the lid from another and had to deal with the 20 ounce CO2 tank attached directly to my gun. Which sucked.
Grabbed the rest of my gear, headed out. Got there and set up camp, registered with my team as german, and got assigned the rank of corporal. Forgot to bring a sleeping bag, so I got to sleep on the ground with nothing to keep me warm. In the mountains.
Saturday: The game started at noon. My team was assigned to protect a fuel depot in the back lines, which normally would have been easy, except that the US forces decided to put half of their team in as paratroopers, who get inserted behind the lines. For the first four or so hours, we got owned in the back, then rallied and kicked major ass the rest of the game. End result: we nearly doubled their score even though we had several hundred less players.
Sunday: After the match ended, drove back to Doylestown (a good 2 hour drive). Then immediately drove to center city Philadelphia (another 2 hour drive, including getting lost time) for that casting call. I think it went well, I had the interviewers laughing the entire time. I should find out by the end of summer if I made the cut.
Weekend summary: I was out in the sweltering hot sun, then the freezing cold night, in the mountains, in a forest, getting small balls of paint shot at me at ~200mph, diving behind trees, ditches, rocks, and anything that was available. I haven't done that much physical activity for that long of a time ever. It was pretty much constant running, kneeling, and shooting. I am sore. It hurts to walk, open stuff, or do pretty much anything but type. But I had fun, so it's all good.
