Went frisbee golfing yesterday for, what, only the second time this summer? We played the course at Kaukauna (north on 41, right on 55 until you hit the park), which smelled like a carbon paper factory and was tangled with foliage.

I'm usually a defender of Kaukauna — a frisbee golf course needn't be just a smaller golf course, like Plaumen and Brainerd's course essentially are, and the front nine at Kaukauna is just that argument pushed to the extreme — but we spent quite a while looking around in the woods for disks. We lost a disk, even, though I'm partial to the theory that it was stolen.

I was never really in the running for anything other than last, and at tournament par +30 was prettymuch what I expected. But so many holes (revel in that natural, thoroughly illogical term!) seemed to come down to who had best courted the favor of the wood nymphs. I'm glad I have a bright yellow driver.

Afterwards the six of us (i.e. Will and Jubb, Lawrence alumni Sockless Pete, Colin, and Ace, and Our Bold Hero himself) had a nice stir fry dinner in Will's dormroom, possibly the first meal with more than three ingredients I've had this summer.

Ace — I resisted the urge to ask him his thoughts on the "Ace effect," the theory (mentioned here) that people with intrinsically morale-boosting names live longer and happier lives — bought 30 beers and we spent the rest of the night talking and drinking until the supply was depleted.

There was beer frisbee. I've heard "beer friz" a hundred times but they never seem to clip the word anywhere else.

Colin seems to have given in to the libertarian temptations of Penn and Teller, much as I did, and we reiterated various claims from the show. Jubb and I had a low-key running argument (by analogy with "running gag," see also: "rock vs. magnet") about who had made the most effort to contact the other this summer.

I inevitably brought up how impressed I was by the quality of this year's Simpsons episodes, the best in recent memory, and tried to convince people that Family Guy was getting slightly better as the season went on. For his part, Jubb's inevitable sexual harassment made me feel nostalgic for my Lawrence days.

And completely awkward. That goes without saying.

The rest of the month promises more excitement. All my weekends are booked (Carry-Out's wedding, the Politician's "engagement party," and the Politician's wedding to finish out the month) and I've resolved to make more of an effort to see Jubb before I leave for Chicago. And there's still books books books from the library to read.