That was a productive weekend. Not in the sense that I actually produced or finished anything, but in a general bustling sense of the word (or phrase) 'productive weekend.'

It began Friday, like many weekends.

A towheaded and idealistic boy stepped onto the Frisbee golf course, and eighteen holes later a thirty-over-par man left triumphant. Frolf is my kind of sport, even if I'm not good at it. The throwing, you see… I still can't figure out what hand to use.


So that was with Jonas and Bill and Bill's Japanese guy Mino and Shawn and Jeremy. Shawn and Jeremy are Jonas' friends from the noble city of Waupaca, the city of a single K-mart, and they've been over quite a bit.

Especially Jeremy, who lives about a block away from campus and is very religious is a quirky sort of way. Hark to the afternoon idealist; may he live forever.

After Frisbee, we played some Laser tag, which was pretty cool. Maybe that's my sport… the adrenaline rush is great.

Saturday I went to Milwaukee. Jinx and I took The Deathtrap to Rippon College, which apparently is Lawrence's big rival, where we met Jinx's sister and two refreshingly geeky guys. On the way down to Milwaulkee, Jinx's Sister and I ran through her lines for a Rippon production of 1940's Radio Show, which caused me to wax nostalgic for my own theater days, playing Elvis at the community theater.

In Milwaukee, we saw the two movies we'd come so far to see. The Last Kiss, an Italian film about commitment and such, was really good. Kind of like a more romantic version of Magnolia, but thankfully the film itself didn't commit to any specific relationship agenda, which was really refreshing.

A few witty comments later, we were in another theater watching Igby Goes Down, a much less impressive movie. Maybe I didn't understand, but the title character, a poorly realized Holden Caufield, only seemed to come together in the last fifteen minutes, which I can only assume were written before the rest of the movie made Igby into the type of Richardesque intellectual poser you just want to punch in the face.

Jinx's Sister wasn't as receptive to comments as Jinx (who sat a few seats over, in a comfortable end chair), so I wasn't able to talk during the movie. That's frustrating- to not like a movie and just sit there. But I still enjoyed it -I enjoyed the whole experience, in fact- and quite a few dollars later, I was back in Appleton.

And not too long after that, on Sunday, I was in Waupaca. We picked up a huge couch and squeezed it into the room. The couch just barely fit in the room, but after we'd put the door back on and covered the goldenrod monstrosity, Jonas pulled a J. Go and christened said couch "Fort Makeout". Ann cautions all young ladies to stay away.

To complete this transcendent weekend, Jeremy graciously offered to trade televisions. He doesn't watch his apparently, so we took his 27" and sent the 13" to his apartment. And with some extra cords, we were able to hook up the laptop. If only our posters would stay up, we'd have an awesome room.

That, I submit to you, was my weekend.