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| - After watching a few good movies with some great friends we collectively decided for some additional fun in the great outdoors. And what a better way of doing so by playing mini-golf? Queue scary music and hit play. Set in a post apocalyptic 1965 throwback, the location was downright scary with all the accoutrements, sticky floors, repulsive bathrooms, and less than desirable attendants. Don't get me wrong even I can enjoy a good round of mini-golf but when you're concerned about catching some foreign pathogen from the varied golf shafts, I'm not exactly focused on my game. In the end, it was a good laugh, no harm done, even when my friend commented to one of the attendants on the quality of the facilities. She just gave him a defeated smile, waived, and bid us a dieu. Exactly, goodbye!
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