Pretty freakin' tired today. ...
by jason
2003-07-28 15:48:09 PDT
Pretty freakin' tired today. Played 18 holes of golf yesterday and then played football on the beach for three hours. Slept like a baby last night, anyways.
Jen managed to actually hit the clubhouse teeing off at the first hole yesterday. The ball went about 45° right and almost straight up, and managed to hammer into the clubhouse's eavestrough. Pretty freakin' hilarious. Geoff, on the other hand, didn't hit the clubhouse. He did jump into the water on the third hole (a 35-yard par 3) and try to hit out of the water. Then, a few holes later, he wanted to bet he could get within two strokes of me swinging the entire hole left-handed. I won that one, but, on the next hole, he decided that he would hit every shot, including putts, off of the top of a water bottle. I scored par on the hole, but Geoff managed to do it in 4, so the double-or-nothing bet worked out to nothing. Kipp used a 5-iron on the next hole to tee off, which resulted in Kipp firing a 150-yard line drive into the fence behind the hole. And, to top it all off, Geoff played the ninth hole from his knees. Entertainment at its finest. I didn't manage to break the 39-stroke mark (huhuhuh) yesterday, but I had a couple of nice shots, so I'll take it.
I have a new favourite t-shirt. Geoff brought it for me from Montreal. It's Superman blue, and it has a Superman logo on the front, except that instead of the "S" in the triangle, it has the fleur-de-lys, and it says "Québec" under it. It's so awesome. Almost as good as my t-shirt with a fleur-de-lys on a white background and "101% Québecois" printed across it. (I'm pretty sure I'm expressing support for René Lévesque and Bill 101 when I wear this shirt, and I guess I do kinda support it, but it's too cool a shirt to worry about that.) I found it at Value Village in Kamloops a few years ago, but it's getting pretty ratty. Anyway, I'm wearing my new t-shirt right now. I'm still trying to convince Kurt to start a t-shirt company with me.
Went to my friend Leanne's wedding on Saturday. I'd never been to a Catholic wedding before. It was pretty odd to see, considering I've never been into a Catholic church before. People were kneeling and making the sign of the cross before they entered a pew, and a bunch of people went up and took Communion after the ceremony. It was probably an hour and forty-five minutes, too, with lots of hymns and prayers and people making the sign of the cross and the evil eye and giving devil horns and stuff like that. With a four-hour break before the reception, I rounded up Jen to go with me to the reception, as I was pretty sure it would have been utter hell going alone. She kindly agreed, so we busted off to it. There was a five-course (I think) dinner. We wound up at a table with this old Italian couple (the husband was named Gino) and this family of four. After a few glasses of wine, many of the guests lapsed into Italian and we got a crash course. (All I really learned - "vino" means wine, and "solo" means only, which comes in handy if you want a drink without ice.) Interesting night, anyhow.
It's a very The Smalls day at work today. (Should that be "a very The Smalls" day, or "a very Smalls day"? I can't decide.)