Paintball Nation Mississauga was the chosen venue, for it offered an indoor playing field, availability of a private parking lot, and was located within acceptable distance to eateries of interest. Moreover, it was the more accessible in comparison to the franchise's other outposts in Brampton and Burlington.
Planning the event was straightforward, as majority of the details had either been laid out with clarity on their website or communicated via phone. The process of finding the establishment was a separate matter.
The discount pass supplied each participant with park entry, a paintball gun and mask, and an air tank with a minimum purchase of 50 paintballs, which equated to exactly ten dollars after tax. Air tanks could be refilled at the front desk at no extra charge. Disposable coveralls involved an additional $6.50 plus tax, so I heeded all attendees to bring a change of clothing and footwear instead.
Shooting with low-impact paintballs meant "reduced" speeds and less painful encounters with bullets. Though, the range of the paintballs' projectile was very impressive. Without the presence of a pressured air tank, many of the tiny, coloured spheres would have failed to even travel half the playing field.
For the first game, many of us took to hiding behind barriers to prevent being taken out. It was during this period that I discovered the perils of remaining still: being promptly shot in the behind by a more senior player.
The consequent games were increasingly aggressive, with players running left and right in an attempt to annihilate their enemy. It ought to be noted that ammo can be drained rather quickly, so one must choose his or her shots wisely before opening fire. (Alternatively, there is the less economic strategy of purchasing paintballs in bulk to fire away at one's desire.)
Once cleaned up, we headed over to Snowies for a mid-afternoon pick-me-up. Or, in some of the guys' perspective, a sugar-laden "pre-dinner".
Between the group, we ordered three Regular-sized bingsoo: Injeolmi, Oreo, and Strawberry Cheesecake. My suggestion for tea pots was also accepted without dispute.
A few expressed their loyalty towards The Cups, though both are exceptional in my eyes.
We then vamoosed to High Zone to catch the remainder of their Happy Hour special. This was utterly unplanned, yet suggested by yours truly on a whim.
The restaurant refused reservations between Friday and Sunday, which left us with no other option than waiting wistfully by the entrance for our name to be called out. Approximately thirty minutes passed before we were escorted to a rather cramped five-person table towards the back of the restaurant.
In spite of the dreadfully high volumes, the two waitresses working the floor remained patient and prompt. Smiles did not disappear with time, and our meals were delivered with speed and accuracy. English skills have also improved substantially since my last appearance.