With no more games of Ultimate to play, we went to a miniature golf course. Playing in my group were Sarah, Ilana, and Schenck (now affectionately called “Dirty Sanchez” — if you don't know the term, don't look it up). Sanchez kept getting holes in one, which he claimed was due to the practice he'd had in summer gym in high school. I think he was cheating. I played poorly on the front nine, but hit my stride on the back nine, where I reached par on each hole except for one bogey. (This was a par-2 course.) I even managed an inadvertent assist when Sarah's shot bounced off of mine and became a hole-in-one.

Ever heard of a steak omelet? Me neither. IHOP had them on the menu, so naturally I had to get one. A grand concept, but theirs was not very tasty. I drank most of their water though.

Without shoes of my own, I was walking around in Paul's boots. They made me walk funny. I washed my sleeping bag with whatever soap was available and attempted to dry it.

Back to Forsyth to chill, because it's such a nice place. After making a ridiculously sarcastic comment about “stupid ugly Savannah”, Frank took some photos of the fountain, with me strategically placed in shot. We all played Kangaroo, a game in which you have to jump, catch the disc in the air, and throw it before you land. This is somewhat good practice for greatests, which I am reasonably good at due to hang time and having practiced throwing the disc from a variety of grips. Then we set up two opposing tip lines, during which it became dark and I became annoyed by bugs again — not gnats this time, but real skeeters. At that point I didn't care what the bugs did to me. Nothing could be worse than gnats.

We headed back to TUSK to clean up and drink a bit in preparation for the local St. Patrick's Day celebration, reputedly the second largest in the country. Sarah wasn't feeling too well, so I stayed back and sat outside with her, looking at the thick trees, the moon directly overhead, and more stars than I am accustomed to seeing. Everyone who went to River Street reported a great time. I'm happy for them, but shee-it, I can party any time. I got to have some quiet alone time.

My sleeping bag was locked in the laundry room overnight. Ha ha! It just keeps getting funnier.