Let me just say that I ROCK at miniature golf. Well, at least I did tonight. And I came in well under par, which was impressive. I'm sure it was just a fluke of some sort, but I'm going to allow myself to believe that it was my superior golfing abilities.
It's kind of sad that a mere four years after leaving Gettysburg (not even, really), I can't remember the names of a lot of the people I saw on a daily basis. In discussing the residents of Lamp Post during the summer of 2000, there was a lot of, "Oh right, that guy! What was his name?" and "He was awesome...do you remember his last name?" And yet at the same time, a lot of remembering of completely random people's names. So I don't know.
Current song in my head:
The 888-841-LEND ("That spells 'Lend'"!) jingle