I start with another picture of Kevin and I. Because I didn’t want to oversaturate yesterday’s entry with photos.
The day started late, around 11:30pm. Which is just as well, really, since I was in need of sleep. After trying to figure out what to do with Domo, which in itself is an hour’s process, Will and I headed out to play some disc golf. He’d never played a single hole, and I wanted to add a new state to my repertoire. We headed out to the Oak Grove (Hahamongna Park) Course in Pasadena, which we’re told was the first permanent polehole in the country. With all the word I’ve heard about SoCal disc golf, I expected a wide open course with no particular challenge. This course, however, was quite challenging, especially for me who likes to throw fairly high (it had many low ceilings). The views from the teepads were exquisite, as you can tell from this picture.
And this picture.
And this picture.
As you might be able to see, Will has very good form for a first time player, something that surprised me, though only a little. We had, after all, played a whole crapload of frisbee growing up. He had some natural skills, and I sorta hope he takes the Beast we found on the course and goes out again to play.
Anyway, after that, we get back and meet up with good friends Brian and Julie, who are such good friends that I, in no way, took any pictures of them. Oops. From there, we headed out to Sardo’s, the heralded karaoke bar in LA that houses Porn Star Karaoke every Tuesday. There, I managed to croon out, to an underwhelmed crowd, Weird Al’s “You Don’t Love Me Anymore”, and capping off the night with the more-popular “Short Skirt/Long Jacket” by Cake. I think the two highlights were a couple singing a song from Avenue Q and before the song was even halfway through, the whole crowd was literally screaming “porn!” at them, and Will doing a Beastie Boys song entirely on his own, with me only helping on the chorus. Oh, and I was quite surprised to know that I still knew all the male words to The Time Warp.
After getting a few hours sleep, we awoke to try to plan going home. Lynly dropped Susan and I off at the subway station at around 11:30PST. We took three trains and a bus to even get us to LAX. Public transportation is not very, what’s the word, worthwhile in LA. We get to the airport at around 1:30, more than two hours early. In fact, when we got there, we found our flight would be delayed an hour and a half, giving us ample time to drink at the bar at prices that are The Price of a Bottle of Wine for One Glass of Said Wine. This delay was bad. If everything had worked out EXACTLY perfect, we would have just caught the final train home once in Newark.
Instead, we fly in, arrive at 1:30am EST. After getting my luggage, it was just after 2, long after the trains stopped running. So we wait around until 4:30am, take two monorails (bringing our train count up to 5) to get to the train station. We take a train to Secaucus Junction only to find out the train we want doesn’t depart until 7am (two hours later). So we take a different train (#7) and get into Hawthorne where Susan’s brother dropped us off at my apartment a little while ago.
The wedding was great, the awkwardness was minimal, and I had a great time. I now just need a backrub like it’s going out of business, if backrubs could ever do that. Kevin, thank you and good luck.