Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Three Strikes
You know, when I worked downtown, it was easier to come up with material for the blog. This is mostly because I took public transportation, which automatically leads to many more "run-ins" than driving my car to work, as I do now. Yesterday, I was about to pull into a parking space in the already crowded parking lot, when I noticed that something was blocking my path to the spot: a giant turkey. I kept driving and found another spot, but when I looked back I couldn't see the turkey. Had I imagined it? Okay, I definitely just saw a giant wild turkey, right? I had to go back to investigate, at which point I discovered that there was, in fact, a giant turkey roaming the parking lot. Clearly this was a sign that I had to return to the blog.
I had the day off on Friday, so I got together with Jacko and went golfing at "The Rock", a budget golf course near his apartment. Later on we decided to get pizza. Jack drove, so I was in charge of holding the pizza. As I ducked into the car, trying to keep the pizzas flat, I took an awkward lunge into the car, at which point the half dollar-sized hole that was already present at the corner of my back pocket became a hole akin to the size of a personal pan pizza. Later on, we met up with Brendan and Sheri at a bar in "downtown" Newmarket. It was brightly lit and there were only about five other people in the bar, so it seemed more like drinking beers in someone's living room, but we still had fun.
On Saturday night, we had a family gathering at my Aunt's house. After dinner, we played a game called Shout About TV, where I got to show my immediate family just how big of a pop culture nerd I really am. It's sort of embarrassing. I wish my brain was able to absorb useful knowledge as well as it seems to absorb useless facts.
I got to sleep in on Sunday and in the afternoon the fam headed to the Mammoth Greens driving range for a little Easter event that I unofficially named "Whacking Golf Balls for Jesus". I think Jesus would have been an excellent golfer, if for no reason other than rendering the water hazards obsolete.
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I had the day off on Friday, so I got together with Jacko and went golfing at "The Rock", a budget golf course near his apartment. Later on we decided to get pizza. Jack drove, so I was in charge of holding the pizza. As I ducked into the car, trying to keep the pizzas flat, I took an awkward lunge into the car, at which point the half dollar-sized hole that was already present at the corner of my back pocket became a hole akin to the size of a personal pan pizza. Later on, we met up with Brendan and Sheri at a bar in "downtown" Newmarket. It was brightly lit and there were only about five other people in the bar, so it seemed more like drinking beers in someone's living room, but we still had fun.
On Saturday night, we had a family gathering at my Aunt's house. After dinner, we played a game called Shout About TV, where I got to show my immediate family just how big of a pop culture nerd I really am. It's sort of embarrassing. I wish my brain was able to absorb useful knowledge as well as it seems to absorb useless facts.
I got to sleep in on Sunday and in the afternoon the fam headed to the Mammoth Greens driving range for a little Easter event that I unofficially named "Whacking Golf Balls for Jesus". I think Jesus would have been an excellent golfer, if for no reason other than rendering the water hazards obsolete.
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