*exhale*

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i was going to write a followup to imagination but it's friday and frankly it just seems like more work than anyone wants to do on a rainy friday. okay fine it's really still thursday but for whomever is reading this it's friday and...

*clears throat*

so. disc golf. that shit is surprisingly fun.

i mean it doesn't hurt that you get to take a ferry and wander down a boardwalk into some crazy little cafe for lattes and dessert before you go smoke some weed and contemplate starting a round of golf.

now i like video game golf and footbag golf so there was a decent shot that i would like this.

i was SO bad at the first hole it was tragic. i mean i think i threw like every single driver that DM had in his kit and then a couple more before finally accepting one as a decent shot. he does this crazy running thing to launch the freaking disc (frisbee made for golf by a company other than frisbee yeesh) and it sails off into the middle distance and i'm like 'yeah, this is going to be fun' cause you know he would get to throw once every half hour and i would be exhausted by the third hole.

but then a brilliant idea! he threw sidearm instead and levelled the playing field slightly. also i got to rethrow anything particularly pathetic.

that first hole. damm. so then i have to approach after my pitiful drive and so i grab the disc and i go whammo and it sails off in a lovely arc straight into the bushes.

the out of bounds bushes.

stoopid bushes.

so i grab another disc and yeah. same thing.

this went on for a while.

fortunately by the second hole i was starting to get the hang of it. i even accepted one of my shots the first time instead of doing three extras.

eventually there needed to be another visit to a shady corner for more weed and there was this tree.

this marvelous tree full of nooks and crannies just begging me to stick my pretty pink toenails into them. so i did. up the tree i went and sat in a branch. DM promptly showed up with the pipe. that tree branch may be my favourite place i ever smoked weed as of now.

serious.

climbing down i even did some monkey moves with the legs over the branches and above my head. there was something so awesome about looking at pedicured pink toenails while climbing a tree barefoot.

i so need another pedicure!

anyway by the ninth hole my left shoulder was starting to inform me that if i didn't stop this frisbee business imme... okay fine disc business immediately it was going to revolt and refuse to teach any shoulder work on friday.

so i switched to right handed.

and i'm standing there at the tee and i like take three hundred practice uh... swings? before i finally settle into this strange kinetic groove in my body and throw in this crazy awkward feeling way and this little grunt escapes me and the disc sails away.

dead straight down the fairway.

i'm like what?

he's like what?

we're both like what???

so yeah down i go to make the approach and i line it up again. i settle into this crazy yoga pose of death and again i take about 400 practice arm movements before i haul off and do the little magic unstoppable grunt and it does it AGAIN!

with my RIGHT hand.

yeah weird.

anyway so this continues and i ended up tying him for the hole. i know, so freaking strange.

i finished the course right handed and other that a few total booby shots i didn't suck. i turn out to be a right handed disc golf player. this seems very strange. i mean i'm left handed, like what the hell.

pile says it's because i was doing math so i needed to be right side dominant.

what's neat is that i think it's just possible that this sport will work the very muscle in my right shoulder that's weak. i know, what are the odds of that? it doesn't hurt that it's a great excuse to go wander through semi wild parkland and listen to birds chirp.

not to mention there's a ferry! and picnic tables and fire pits everywhere. i think i'm sold on this sport y'all.

on the saunter back to the ferry we encountered a beautiful woman on a bike. the best bike ever. it, of course, turns out that she's married to a bike mechanic. but get this... there's this crazy bike she's riding that has low tires (like 16" or so) and this big super well made thick wire basket behind the front wheel and in front of the handlebars.

it only has one gear right now but there's an option for a second with an auto shifter. yes seriously an automatic transmission for a bicycle. i know, i thought it was crazy too.

so she has this little bike for wandering around that's just a little extra long because of this enormous basket. i could put my entire shopping in there with room to spare. even my christmas booze run.

i know! [i still have one bottle of bubbly left from that]

i so covet this bike i tell you. the problem is they cost a fortune and i would totally need another bike for when i wasn't carrying things and it's sort of huge and i have no real need of it and yeah... i covet it but i am extremely unlikely to be happy if it appears in my life.

one of those old sit up bicycles though? especially in canary yellow? yeah dudes.

so, if you're bored and have nothing to do one day try to find someone with some discs and go play a round.

oh i almost forgot! i did one shot that was so good that it took out a tree branch. knocked it down!

hee :)

happy friday!