ok, by and large i think the best blog posts are fairly carefully wrought, focused... descriptive but concise. this is not one of those posts.
first, a bit about last night. sometimes living in the 'burbs freaking RULES! last night my roommate and i made plans to mini golf. last summer - or maybe two summers ago? - we drove all over the place looking for a driving range. we ultimately found a genteel little course and hit a couple buckets, but en route to said course we discovered a facility under construction that looked promising.... top golf. last night, we finally returned. it was a life-changing experience. this place is everything a name like TOP GOLF promises. beautiful clubhouse. huge pro shop. BAR. restaurant. lounging area with huge tvs and sumptuous leather couches. ladies' nights. live music on thursdays. and then you walk outside and you lay your eyes on the finest driving range you've ever seen. double-decker, touchscreens in every unit, stadium seating, leader boards, waitresses bringing beer after beer, climate control for your cold-weather-driving-pleasure. i'm killing myself that i didn't have my camera! finally, we made our way to the mini golf - two courses, desert and mountain. we opted for mountain. par 3s and 4s, jumps and bridges and hazards and tunnels galore. it was easily the best one i've ever played. after playing through, we returned to the clubhouse, lounged on the couches, flipped through golf magazines, and made plans to return just to watch the world series on those sweet tvs. how do you cap an evening like that? simple. carvel soft serve, another fabulous suburban feature. SWEET.
secondly, i had a hilarious ride in this morning. the train, as ever, was packed, but after l'enfant plaza it empties out a bit and i can usually find a seat. this morning was no exception, so i snagged a spot in the first row, facing the vestibule. between archives and chinatown we experienced some turbulence and my lunch tipped over in my lap, sending cherries rolling alllll over the floor in every direction. i yelped, "oh no!" everyone realized what was happening and helped me gather the wayward fruit still tumbling across the floor and deposit it back into my lunchbag. the guy standing next to my seat looks down at me and says, "i think that violates the five-second rule." that, my friends, is HIGH comedy for 8:30am on a weekday! and if there was ever a day to check the "i-saw-you"s and their ilk, today is that day, for i surely made a scene.
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