putt putt and other randoms

Last night Steve, Rebecca, Mike and I went out to Wilsonville to play miniature golf. We got there kind of late, and they were not going to let us play. But Steve turned on his charm, and not only did they let us play, let let us play for FREE! Now, I am normally pretty terrible at putt putt. I blame my left handedness and my terrible depth perception (due to a non-wandering lazy eye). But for whatever reason I was TEARING IT UP last night. I was probably hyper-focusing on the game because I felt pretty nervous about this first post-breakup hang out. In any case, I was playing so well that Mike and I decided to “make the game a little more interesting.” A couple more holes into our high stakes game, just when things were getting exciting…. they turned out the lights. On the putt putt course. All of them. We were only on like the 7th hole! We tried to play in the dark for a bit, but it was way too hard. So we gave up. And I stole my golf ball.
We used to play putt putt sometimes in high school. If I remember correctly, Liz was pretty good. She’s actually pretty good at lots of games- cribbage, bowling, Taboo, shaboo-ya. She’s just one of those people. The only game I can say with confidence that I am good at is Wheel of Fortune.
Two people in 24 hours told me how good I “always” smell. It’s weird to think that I’ll never really know what I smell like to other people. At least I smell good to them. Or so they say.
I like Tom Petty. I don’t care what anyone says.
I realized the other day that my friend Tom (not Petty) reads my blog. I’d sort of forgotten, but then in an email he mentioned it. And I got really embarrassed. Tom detests earnestness. We have a friendship based on sarcasm and making fun of stuff. When I lived in Ireland I would send out Perfect Heart-like emails to lots of people, and he would respond by ridiculing my musings on rainbows or whatever dumb thing. Man! I love Tom. I need to get back to New York for a visit really soon.
Yesterday I got a text message from my friend Stephen asking for my waist measurements and my address. He lives in Denver. One time he bought me a Betsy Johnson dress. I still wear it to fancy events. I’m dying to know what he’s got planned right now- I hope it doesn’t involve him spending a lot of money. But I also hope it involves something pretty. So there’s that.
And…. Scene!