When it comes to the spirit of friendly competition, I’ve been told I can be a teensy bit … well, rabid. Oh, it’s always said in good fun, like “Whoa, Andie’s playing?! There will be blood. Ha ha!”
Yeah. Ha. Ha.
Look, it’s not like I upturn tables when I lose, or drop trou and shake my jelly when I win. I’m not sure how I got this reputation for being such a cutthroat competitor because I never thought I was all that hung up on winning. I can honestly celebrate anyone else’s victory just as easily as my own.Really. No, really, I can. (Alright, YES, YES! I like to win. SO SUE ME!)
Perhaps, then, it was my “play-ah” vibe that landed me the heat of competition yesterday afternoon at my son’s birthday party. To celebrate his 12th, Bodie invited twelve of his friends to an entertainment complex to play a few rounds of laser tag then gorge out on pizza and cake in a cramped, overheated party room, all in under two hours. Good times!
So while the kids battled out their first round, our teenage host came over, handed me the kids’ chits for the next game and asked me if I wanted to play too. Naturally I declined, citing Sherpa duties as an excuse not to play. But he wouldn’t let up, telling me how much I’d love it and offering to throw my game in for free, even coming up with my player handle: The Bodie Hunter.
Oh yeah. G-A-M-E. O-N.
As I pondered my approach to crashing my own kid’s party, I realized that since bounty hunters don’t usually call ahead, I’d just hang back until everyone was inside the tag zone before sneaking in. So I milled around, nonchalantly, just a girl with a secret starter tag of her own:
Once the doors opened and two parties worth of kids were suited up and sent into the maze, I quietly donned a vest and gun and followed a few steps behind.
Within seconds I was hit, my chest vibrating like a Tickle-Me-Elmo doll as my gun beeped in mock disdain at my combat unworthiness. But thankfully the penalty was short-lived and I soon returned to the game with a new-found sense of paranoia and heightened aggression. You bet it was fun!
In the end, I became the unanimous target, with “GET MY MUM!” and “GET HER!” being heard everywhere throughout the maze.
Even so, I still managed to post the highest single round score of anyone in our party.
Not that it matters. : )
Andie Duncan’s ability to communicate has taken her from JUNO Nominated songwriter to published author. As an older mom to two young kids, she relies on the humour in everyday life to inspire her stories, if not to ensure her very survival.