that whenever I do anything actually WORTH taking pictures of, I will not have my camera with me. It is a law of nature, a law of physics, a law of Emily. We went to play pirate mini-golf at the wharf/beach/amusement park. It was a bit of a walk, but pleasant enough. We took the coastline. There were surfers, which I don't actually think I've ever seen in real life before, only on tv...
We both performed atrociously as far as our golf scores went. Par was generally a bit beyond us. "Walk the plank" is what the score interpreting sign told us. My favorite hole was the second to last one, which was the captain's quarters. Apparently the captain went down with a previous ship, or something, because was a ghost projected eerily on the wall who shouted at us to leave. Very inhospitable pirates all around. "This deck is for buccaneers only!" or was it scallywags...perhaps they have a deck for each? Anyhow, the captain was desk. I want that light for my house to scare away unwanted visitors. "Get off my stoop!" instead of "Get off my ship!" maybe.
Last night we had a really great stir fry of which there are left-overs in the fridge that I'm supposed to eat for lunch. Not sure if I'm in the mood, but I should probably eat it considering I have seven dollars in my bank account. After that we played video games, and Ian gave me a Sonic Rush and Super Monkey Ball Touch & Roll for my birthday :D Then inexplicably the night turned to South Park marathon, which was ok, I suppose. I've never really paid too much attn to that show, so it was interesting. The ones we watched were MOSTLY funny and not TOO stupid.
Today Ian works until 5, so I've got the whole afternoon to punk around. If those damned chickens next door (yes, they have chickens) don't shut up soon I'm going to go butcher one and have THAT for lunch ;p