Friday night, the Campfire Queen and I got some much needed adult time with friends. Despite the miserable Arkansas heat, we met up with Sandwich Control and his wife to dine and throw axes at Civil Axe in Fort Smith.
We had a blast.
Once we got the hang of it, Adam and I decided to play battleship. The premise is you each place sticky notes on the other’s board. You then each have to hit all the sticky notes before your opponent. But we were less concerned about competition and more concerned about the challenge. Several times, we both came within a hair’s breadth of our intended target.
That was entertainingly frustrating.
The wives soon decided to call it quits and leave us at — what amounted to — husband daycare.
We didn’t mind.
While they ventured off, Adam and I sweatily finished our game of battleship. Adam was down to his last target when Nick (aka, the guardian of axe throwing) said we had 3 throws each left.
No pressure.
The first throw… he punched it, but no cut. Second throw… a miss. His last throw… he nailed it. It was a moment that carried the kind of epicness you only see in movies. And, of course, we celebrated with a classic 80s high five.
Overall, the night was a success. Despite our (me and Adam) collective, introverted, socially-averse nature, going out was a good idea.
Our axe throwing adventure let me tap into my inner viking. So much so that I designed a t-shirt to commemorate the night. You should get one. Wear it while you throw axes.
Until next time, ‘ver heil ok sæl’.
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