Chris and Scott, both from my grad school cohort, were in town this weekend, and we met at Bill's condo just before noon Saturday. After having lunch and sitting around a while, Bill suggested a round of frisbee golf; so we piled into his car and he drove us out to a course in Ypsilanti.
Frisbee golf is a big obsession for Bill, and he and Chris get together once a year to go on a few days' tour of courses in some area. I'll never reach his level of accomplishment or obsession, but I can see it being a fun thing to walk through the woods throwing a frisbee every now and then.
I pretend not to care about scores, but really I like winning, more than I should. There was no hope of that yesterday, but I know what I got anyway: on the 18 holes, the number of throws it took me to reach the goal was 5, 5, 5, 4, 4, 3, 5, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 4, and 3, respectively. Except that I was confused at first about where I was allowed to throw from, so the first half of those might actually have been a little longer if I'd known. They claimed 3 was par, and Bill was getting a fair number of 2's.
Afterwards another grad school friend, Dave, showed up, and we went downtown to meet Sara for dinner at Cottage Inn. Sara and I went home afterwards, while the others set out for a pub crawl.
I have a working mp3 player again--the previous one broke a while ago, and then I picked up one as an impulse buy in the Detroit airport on my way to Windsor the other week. So I've been catching up on my French podcasts. I feel like my comprehension's improving a little.
One weekly podcast is a word-game show, "Des Papous dans la Tête", a little reminiscent of the old British radio show "My Word", but more more involved, and with a heavy Oulipo influence. I think I get about 1% of the jokes, but when I get one, I feel like I've accomplished something!