Anyway... World, prepare yourself. I exercised. Voluntarily. Gasp! Seizure! It was Shaun who got me into it. Gasp! Spasm! Choke! Yes, I believe that was the more surprising one. He actually ran over to my place and we walked back to his, where we continued to play badminton.
Badminton in a real court sucks. I feel like it's too bloody small. I remember when we used to play at Montfort's Foyer. We basically had this giant area to play in. Maybe one and a half times the size of a regular badminton court to smash and hit fly-shots to our hearts' content. When you could put an entire arm swing into every shot, then wait for your opponent to slam it back to you as fast as a speeding bullet, all in the time frame of less than five seconds... I'm just saying, it's more fun without the rules.
So, anyway. Back to my point. The badminton courts near Shaun's house were basically concrete platforms with paint markings on them. On either end of the court, there would be a very-annoying staircase. This means that whenever I tried one of my smashy thingies, the bloody shuttlecock flew way beyond Shaun, landing somewhere behind the staircase. Back at school, we could've run backwards and returned the shot, but thanks to those goddamn stairs, we were hopelessly stuck within the horrible constrains of their concrete impediments.
If that wasn't enough, there were also these plant-pit thingies full of some kind of razor grass. Given that neither of us have played badminton since our last PE lesson at Montfort, we generally couldn't aim as well as we used to. Not that we had excellent aim in the first place. Long story short, I made a wild save to one of his asshole shots(wait, that sounds wrong) and swiped the shuttlecock right into the middle of the frickin' razor grass.
Back in Montfort, the only problem we had with wild shots were running through a barrage of other shuttlecocks and having your classmates yell at you. Not as in yellish yell, more like the hey-what-the-*expletive*-are-you-doing-get-off-my-court yell.
Eventually, we gave up and went for a shower. After which we met up with Jeremy and Daniel to go bowling.
We played... A lot of games. My body aches. A lot.
It was so hard getting out of bed this morning. I mean, afternoon.
Okay, well that concludes today's... Picture picture picture picture picture....
Double pun for those who went bowling!
-Joe