In which Matt and B decided to be friends...

This post could also be titled "Why B sleeps a lot". More on that later.

So Matt and I didn't really have anything to do this weekend. Phisters were out of town, no epic adventures to Utah, no weddings to film, we went camping last weekend, etc. We decided that we were going to just be really nice and have fun with one another. We also made a pact that the entire weekend had to be full of positivity, and there could be no put downs, of either of us or of anyone else for that matter. Friday night, after work, we decided to eat out. "Eating out" in Matt and B terms normally means going through the Drive-thru at Taco Bell and eating in the car while listening to whatever music we want. We did this, and got their AMAZING new Cantina tacos!! We highly recomend the steak and chicken ones, but they haven't quite figured out how to fix pork yet. That's ok Taco Bell, you are forgiven because you make us amazing food, you've gotten us through countless hardships, and it sure beats cooking!! We then drove to "Black Bridge". Black Bridge is a bridge built in the 1800's halfway between Riverton and Shoshone, off the beaten path, that you have to walk about 1800 yards to get to.
When you arrive, there are spots where you can jump off at about 8 feet from the water, or 35, or 65. The current of the river you jump into is really nice and lazy, the water is so deep that you never touch the bottom, even if you jump off the top, and the water is warmer than a pool!!! It's pretty yucky and green, but for jumping in, it is wonderfully pleasant. I'd only ever been the photographer on our excursions there, but I promised Matt that I'd jump off this time. So... back up a couple of steps. One of my objections for jumping off was that I wouldn't be hot any more by the time we finished dinner and got out to the bridge. It was a nice, 95 degree day, and I'd just gotten done chasing after little boys. I knew that I'd get all nice and cozy in the air conditioning and jumping into a river wouldn't be as appealing. So, Matt got the wonderful idea to turn on the heater as hot as we could stand it, and keep it on until we got to the bridge so that it would feel nice and refreshing to jump in!!! I went along with it, and got a large ice water in the drive-thru. Otherwise there'd be a B shaped puddle in the bottom of our car! So we sweated our guts out, and listened to "Keep the car running" by Arcade Fire the whole way out there!!! We sprayed ourselves with 100% Deet, and ran until we got side aches so that we wouldn't cool off too much. Matt did a backflip in right when we got there, and then it took some coaxing and an awesome countdown to get me in, but I jumped off the lower part, and it felt AMAZING!!!! I was so tempted to just stay in there and let the current wash me away, but one of my biggest, most irrational fears is water that I can't see through. You have no idea if there are sea monsters or sharks or crazy killer bacteria or freaky bugs or 10,000 foot dropoffs... So I just booked it to the edge and put Matt between myself and anything "yucky". There were these 3 awesome little boys playing in the river.
They had a rope swing, and were letting the current carry them, and finding driftwood and just everything that a magical kids summer could be filled with. They were kind of wary at first, and made us promise not to steal their bikes, but after we made them promise not to steal our clothes, they were great! They showed us the best parts to cross the river onto this rocky sandbar, and cheered for Matt when he jumped off the 30 f0ot part, and were in awe of Matt's rock skipping abilities. I was amazed too, I think the average number of skips per rock was at least 10!! So we played around on the shoreline for a while, and Matt kept good of our pact of no put-downs, and didn't make a big deal out of me not wanting to go where I couldn't see the bottom. Then we went back to the bridge, and I wanted to take a picture of Matt jumping, so I did, and it made us laugh really really really hard... because I didn't quite get the timing right, so all you can see, at the very bottom of the screen, behind the lovely profanities, is his splash.

Good times!!! Driving home, we decided we wanted to keep being alone together, so we listened to some "Stuff You Should Know" about brainwashing (more about recent fascination with brainwashing in a later post), and drove to Phisters!!! Where we took yummy showers and changed into our new clothes, and cuddled on top of Scott and Amy's bed and watched South Park. Normally we'd cuddle somewhere else, but... they're kind of cramping our style with this whole "new carpet and paint" thing that they've got going on. All of the furniture was set out of the way, and Scott and Amy's was the only TV besides the itty bitty one from the kitchen. And Amy kind of gave us permission to do that (I feel like I'm totally confessing here. Your bed's really nice Amy, thanks!!). Whilst we were doing that, I saw a friends facebook status that said that there was a garage sale in the morning that was going to have furniture at it, and we need furniture!! I got Matt up at 7:30 and we ate Crunch Berries together, and we went and bought furniture!!! To move into our new house!!!!!! Which is.... <

TA-DAH!!!!!!

Just kidding. I know how badly you all would love to come visit us in this house, but... we would rather be homeless, or sleep in non-clear water. The awesome thing is, look at what's parked out front. Looks like someone's given up a nice house for a nice car!!


So yes, we bought furniture, and we are moving to an apartment somewhere in Riverton as soon as we can.

After purchasing said furniture and taking it back home, and Pops helping us fix a couple of loose screws (the furnitures, not ours, haha!) it was time for *Dum dum dum* PAINTBALL!!!!

Our friend recently purchased a set of inflatable bunkers and all the equipment from the one paintball place in town that is closing down because the owners were pedophiles (no joke!!), and that saturday was his test run of all his new stuff!! He's going to try to start a legit business, because paintball is a surprisingly (ok, it surprised me) big pasttime in Riverton Wyoming. So we dug out our guns (I have my very own Tippman 98 Custom that I bought to impress Matt, and it's very wonderful and has never broken a ball, and works great as long as I remember to put paint in it and take it off safety.) and headed out to the fort, forgetting our sweatshirts in the process. Paintballs travel at about 300 feet/second, and it's very good to wear protective gear, because if they contact skin, they can make you bleed. Plus, I bruise like a peach, as you'll soon see. Well, we happened to be playing with a very excellent player, who is also about 90% deaf. He's this awesome older man named Ed, who everyone wanted to be on the same team as. He added some interesting dynamics to the game, because he really could hardly hear a thing. He was pretty much in his own trigger happy world the whole time. For the first game, my team, which was not Ed's team, kicked trash because Matt took out the whole team! He even shot Ed right between the eyes. And I didn't get shot, which sucks, because I'm always super nervous about the first hit, which is the worst one. So round two, same teams, switched sides, and I ended up behind this dumb cone that does NOT provide very good cover, especially when there are people on either side of you shooting at you, as I found out. I got hit in the arm, which produced this bruise...
Even though I'm half banana, this still stung like crazy, and I shouted "I'm out" and sort of backed up behind the cone, away from the person who'd shot me. This wasn't so good, as Ed now had a perfect shot of me, and since I wasn't standing 2 feet away from him, he didn't hear my yell. He shot once, which hit my neck, but didn't "break", so he shot me 2 more times in the back. After the first shot, I remembered that when you're out you're supposed to put your gun in the air when you're out, and that it was probably Ed shooting me, but I was panicking, and getting shot at from what felt like every angle, so I just started doing a little Mexican boot dance, and shrieking "I'MOUTI'MOUTI'MOUTI'MOUT". The ref saw me and came to the rescue with his little white flag. It'd only been about 30 seconds since the first shot, but I was pretty shaken, and Ed felt terrible that he'd shot me after I was out, and left this mark to boot...

(Note: that is bruising... not purple paint)

It freaking stung. But I took it like a... champ, and played every round except the very next one. I'm definitely never forgetting my sweatshirt after that. Matt was also being really sweet, and took a bullet for me in the next round that I played (I found out later that he'd just barely gotten out and was walking out of bounds, and just walked through the gunfire of the person shooting at me... but we'll pretend he was being heroic).

It's fun when Matt Wright and B are friends. We even got matching friendship welts!