So Sunday, my roomates Mario, Bethany and I were sitting on the couch watching a football game. Well, I was watching the football game, Mario and Bethany were contemplating christmas decorations. Bethany had decided that she didn't like the glass ball ornaments we'd been using the past 2 christmas's, but they had determined that it was too late to replace them this year. So, Mario and I turned our attention to the TV while Bethany continued to contemplate the still boxed up ornaments that were waiting to be placed on the tree they'd picked up that morning. Then, out of the blue, one of the ornaments flew across the room, over the heads of Mario and I, and shattered against the wall against which the tree is placed. This was like one of those old movie moments where someone does something outrageous and there's a record player playing somewhere that is suddenly stopped with a loud "VOOT!" noise. Friends of mine from college will remember several "Voot" moments we notated. So, in slow motion, our faces, wearing understated expressions of confusion/concern/shock/terror/hilarity turned towards Bethany. Her face was sporting an impish grin that mischeivously implied, "oops". She laughed and said, "I was aiming for the tree, actually". I'm not sure whether or not I believe her, but that's beside the point. Several more ornaments, with wire hook hangers attached, followed shortly after the first, most of these actually hitting the tree. Some managed to hook themselves onto a branch, some joined their shattered brother on the floor, some went into the tree and bounced down to the floor like a "plinko" chip. Before long, we were all chucking ornaments, hooks or not, at the tree. Then we started keeping score. Bethany, having gotten many more shots in than either me or Mario, had the highest number of successful "decopoints". One of her later shots hit and shattered an ornament she had previously successfully scored with. We actually debated for a minute whether or not she should lose credit for that one when we realized the absurdness of our actions and declined into laughter. It was later determined that the excess unwanted ornaments would be sent to the backyard and subject to firing squad. Firing squad being roommate Mike's airsoft rifles, and Mario's paintball gun. Oh what a festive, sparkling, cheery holiday massacre it was.

I recommend using non-breakable ornaments in further attempts at playing this sport. Although, that did add an interesting element of danger...and humor.

 Sometimes it's good to have these moments of unbridled destructiveness, if only to remind us that we no longer live with our parents, so we're not going to get "in trouble". Being free adults, we can break our stuff any time we want.