Frisbee Golf or Disc Golf? Depends on how much of a life you have. But one thing is for sure. SHOUT!
Let me just start by telling you that everything you read below I had to recreate and retype, cuz shortly after I typed it all out originally, the Blog had some kind of error and erased this entire entry. So here goes again. If it's not entertaining or worth your time, then fuck off, cuz I just spent an hour writing this all over again. It's probably nowhere near the same as the first time I wrote it, but you'll get the point. Now that's dedication to a blog, bitch!
So we decided last weekend that we would go out and about because the weather's been getting better and better. And by better, I mean that it's now 75 instead of 69. And sunny instead of partly sunny. So that's always nice. Anyway, we went to play Frisbee Golf, or "Disc Golf" as it's called by the pro's. Yes, in fact Disc Golf has professionals, their own association, tournaments, and championships. This goes to show you that if you put enough time and effort into just about any skill, you can become the very best at it and even compete prefessionaly, regardless of how little other people take you seriously. We played at Balboa Park's disc golf course, about 10 minutes from my place. The course is actually not very easy at all, and they hold national tournaments here every year.
Here's the US Disc Golf Association Championship's website. Regional qualifiers are underway, so get goin! http://www.usdgc.com/
The upside is that the "greens fee" for disc golf is a whopping $2.50, so save your quarters! You can actually save a bit more by going on the weekdays, when the fee is $2 flat. Hooray for us finding something to do that doesn't cost more than $5. (Actually, on a side note, the previous night we went to see a Hypnotist show, which was $10 at the door, but Emily was so excited when she managed to score 4 "limited edition" promotional tickets from her work for free entry to the show. The bubble was kind of burst though when, as we ordered pizza at a pizza shop down the street, we saw a stack of approximately 30 of the same tickets that we had, sitting on the counter, free for the taking. "Take all you want, we have tons" was the reply from the pizza shop owner. ((And on a side side note, it wasn't until after I started eating that Emily pointed out the "B" prominently displayed in the shop window. SHIT...if you dont know what that means, then just know that my cleanliness issues took over my ability to enjoy the pizza)). Anway, I took 6 more tickets for shits and giggles. I honestly felt bad for the suckers who we actually watched pay full price at the box office to the theater. I could have ran over and given them some tickets, but I was lazy, but mostly just an ass).
So back to disc golf...I was just excited that we're finally not gonna spend a lot of money on a Saturday to do something fun!
After we finished our round, tallied the scores and found out I won (Boo Ya), we headed home to get ready to go out to "Shout", the dueling piano bar down in the Gaslamp District. This was an amazingly fun place, and a must for anyone in San Diego. It is very similar to the piano bar at New York New York casino in Vegas if you're familiar with that, in the sense that there are two pianos up on a small stage in a restaurant that holds about 150 people. The concept is you eat, drink, request songs, sing along at the top of your lungs, then drink some more. The piano players are very funny, very entertaining, and really really fucking good at playing requests. They know almost everything, including "Hey Ya" by Outkast as I found out that night. Surprisingly it was a really good version. And let me be clear here...our table of 5 people was easliy twice as loud and involved in this show than any other table in the place. Our side's piano player loved us, and we sang to just about everything they played. Of particular fun was Elton John's "Crocodile Rock", which allowed us to use our best and loudest "Fa la la la la's" during the chorus...especially Jeff, whose screaming rendition will forever live on the video I took with my digital camera. Too bad this blog doesn't support video files. Oh well, if you really want to see them I can send them through AIM. Just ask. I also have a very clever rendition of Steve Miller's "The Joker", and "The Green Grass Grows All Around", complete with all audience participation hand movements.
So overall the night was awesome, but the down side to singing all night long while sitting and continuously ordering pitchers of beer, is that you don't take money, or your lack of it, into consideration once your glass is empty. Another pitcher? SURE! Why not. Long story short, is $240 worth of beer pitchers a lot for one evening of sing alongs? Fuck, didn't I mention something earlier about finally not spending a lot of money on a Saturday? Eh, I didn't need to pay my car insurance this month anyway. Gotta have your prioritities, ya know. But come on, how often do you get an acoustic piano version of "I Wanna Rock and Roll All night"?
So we decided last weekend that we would go out and about because the weather's been getting better and better. And by better, I mean that it's now 75 instead of 69. And sunny instead of partly sunny. So that's always nice. Anyway, we went to play Frisbee Golf, or "Disc Golf" as it's called by the pro's. Yes, in fact Disc Golf has professionals, their own association, tournaments, and championships. This goes to show you that if you put enough time and effort into just about any skill, you can become the very best at it and even compete prefessionaly, regardless of how little other people take you seriously. We played at Balboa Park's disc golf course, about 10 minutes from my place. The course is actually not very easy at all, and they hold national tournaments here every year.
Here's the US Disc Golf Association Championship's website. Regional qualifiers are underway, so get goin! http://www.usdgc.com/
The upside is that the "greens fee" for disc golf is a whopping $2.50, so save your quarters! You can actually save a bit more by going on the weekdays, when the fee is $2 flat. Hooray for us finding something to do that doesn't cost more than $5. (Actually, on a side note, the previous night we went to see a Hypnotist show, which was $10 at the door, but Emily was so excited when she managed to score 4 "limited edition" promotional tickets from her work for free entry to the show. The bubble was kind of burst though when, as we ordered pizza at a pizza shop down the street, we saw a stack of approximately 30 of the same tickets that we had, sitting on the counter, free for the taking. "Take all you want, we have tons" was the reply from the pizza shop owner. ((And on a side side note, it wasn't until after I started eating that Emily pointed out the "B" prominently displayed in the shop window. SHIT...if you dont know what that means, then just know that my cleanliness issues took over my ability to enjoy the pizza)). Anway, I took 6 more tickets for shits and giggles. I honestly felt bad for the suckers who we actually watched pay full price at the box office to the theater. I could have ran over and given them some tickets, but I was lazy, but mostly just an ass).
So back to disc golf...I was just excited that we're finally not gonna spend a lot of money on a Saturday to do something fun!
After we finished our round, tallied the scores and found out I won (Boo Ya), we headed home to get ready to go out to "Shout", the dueling piano bar down in the Gaslamp District. This was an amazingly fun place, and a must for anyone in San Diego. It is very similar to the piano bar at New York New York casino in Vegas if you're familiar with that, in the sense that there are two pianos up on a small stage in a restaurant that holds about 150 people. The concept is you eat, drink, request songs, sing along at the top of your lungs, then drink some more. The piano players are very funny, very entertaining, and really really fucking good at playing requests. They know almost everything, including "Hey Ya" by Outkast as I found out that night. Surprisingly it was a really good version. And let me be clear here...our table of 5 people was easliy twice as loud and involved in this show than any other table in the place. Our side's piano player loved us, and we sang to just about everything they played. Of particular fun was Elton John's "Crocodile Rock", which allowed us to use our best and loudest "Fa la la la la's" during the chorus...especially Jeff, whose screaming rendition will forever live on the video I took with my digital camera. Too bad this blog doesn't support video files. Oh well, if you really want to see them I can send them through AIM. Just ask. I also have a very clever rendition of Steve Miller's "The Joker", and "The Green Grass Grows All Around", complete with all audience participation hand movements.
So overall the night was awesome, but the down side to singing all night long while sitting and continuously ordering pitchers of beer, is that you don't take money, or your lack of it, into consideration once your glass is empty. Another pitcher? SURE! Why not. Long story short, is $240 worth of beer pitchers a lot for one evening of sing alongs? Fuck, didn't I mention something earlier about finally not spending a lot of money on a Saturday? Eh, I didn't need to pay my car insurance this month anyway. Gotta have your prioritities, ya know. But come on, how often do you get an acoustic piano version of "I Wanna Rock and Roll All night"?
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