Male bonding

Had fun frisbee golfing Sunday, although this was only the second time I'd been to this disc-eating course, so I played badly while losing my second frisbee in two weeks. It was colder than any of us had thought it would be, and Larry hadn't dressed for it. Since he's still shaving his head, he dumps heat faster than the rest of us -- I lent him a zippered vest, and someone else had a purple headband for him to wear, so we sang Olivia Newton-John songs at him for the rest of the day.

It's been a looooong time since I threw three double-bogeys in a row, but I managed it on this course. On the good side, once I'd lost my last Eagle-brand disc in the lake, I discovered that the orange Cyclone I'd had in my bag for a while actually falls to the right when I throw it. This is a good thing; one of the weaknesses of my game is that *everything* I throw falls to the left, which leaves me quite hosed on some courses.