Zero point fore.

Mini-golf.

I can't, due to a compination of moral issues, health concerns, and all-around cowardace, go out and get drunk. But, Dan Hansen hit upon something else I can do to cheer myself up on this, day two (and no, I'm not counting the days, but I can't exactly not notice day two). And that is mini-golf. Not just any minigolf, either. Blacklit, glow-in-the-dark minigolf, what made my favorite Green Lantern shirt shine like a very screwed up sun pouring out of my chest. Also, the music I enjoy, piped out of the hidden speakers! Billy Joel, man! Only the good die young! Oh, truly it was a good day. Also, I tied! Which is astounding, because I pretty much suck. I would have won, had I not made a few really careless/unlucky moves. Oh, and just so I don't think that the man was playing poorly for my benefit, so's I might have a confidence building experience, I also matched par. I matched par, people! You can't fake matching par! Par is par, and to make par out to be anything other than par is a Task Impossible! And then he bought me ice cream! It was, indeed, a rather nice day.

You just can't be sad when you're playing a putter like a guitar to hits of the eighties, under a blacklight. You just can't, man! Try it! I dare you!