So, Sister Sibling spent the night last night and we were up WAY too late and got up WAY too early, which probably led to this video here being WAY funnier than it should have been. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEmRfxxGGcE
Phrase of the Day established early on: "This is a white man's crazy goat!"
Early in the day it was established that this should be the day in which we play Frisbee Golf. We've been discussing for many long times now about how we need to play frisbee golf one of these days, and today was it, darn it! Who cares if it's horribly windy? Not us! So we set boldly forth to find a second frisbee, since I only have one in my posession. That was easy enough, and we settled upon Clark Park as the place in which we ought to toss frisbees at objects. The wind was pretty crazy, and a few times we had throws that went negative distance... we'd throw a frisbee in the forward direction and it would actually catch in the wind and land several feet behind the position we'd thrown it from. Pars were set ridiculously high and we still managed to go over them more often than not. We did, however, decide that if one under par is a "birdie" and two under par is an "eagle", then 150 or more under par is a "flock of starlings".
Speaking of starlings, I managed to severely startle four of them with a frisbee. I also managed to land my frisbee across a fence and on top of a roof. (Bloody wind!) Fortunately there were some dudes standing around on the ground on that side of the fence, and one of them quite athletically jumped up onto the roof (after climbing on a propane tank) and got it for me and tossed it back.
No squirrels were harmed during our game of frisbee golf.
Having run out of new objects to hit with frisbees, we decided to go ranging about and try to find a new place to play. Ivor Davies Park was too devoid of anything to hit with frisbees except a pond (not an ideal target), Fox and Long parks are both too close to the road and too full of children (and people get mad when you label their child as a par five and then chuck frisbees at him/her), so we decided to go find Wilhoit Springs Park, which was a popular vacation destination in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Check it out here. We found it, and it was cool (pics on Facebook), but not a great place for frisbee golf either.
My left knee has been bothering me for a couple of weeks now... not sure what I did to offend it. But today I banged it into a picnic table at Clark Park in a way it seemed to find most offensive, and then after I made it hike all over Wilhoit Springs it decided to hate my guts. I've been trying to make amends with rest and ice most of the afternoon. So far, so good. And now, my favorite sign of the times...
Song o' the Day: "Anni Miei" by Laura Pausini. For no particular reason.
