Saturday, August 16, 2003

I spent this past Friday evening engaged in a business meeting on the green with some associates. Translated, the previous sentence says that I hit the Astroturf with Brando, Spicy Tea, and Hearst for a rousing game of mini golf. The near hole-in-ones, the lost balls, the rage, the passion, the holding up of the party behind us: these things were fun, but what was even funner was watching the police cruiser pull into the parking lot.