Around 5 yesterday I decided I wanted to do something outside after work and that something had to be mini golf. Yes, just a sudden urge for putt-putt.

Sam and I met up, took Slayer for a walk, and then headed down Woodward to the golf course. Sam obviously lied about his mini golf skills and shot a hole-in-one on the first hole. I did not lie about my skills and pretty much sucked the entire time, though I was able to make two hole-in-ones.

Post ass kicking we drove around looking for ice cream and ended up at Jim’s, a tiny shop that has frozen custard, vegan frozen yogurt, and a life-size Superman mannequin in a phone booth. I got mine with sprinkles because I’m 5 and we sat on a picnic bench while the heat sent custard dripping down our hands.

Speaking of the heat – I tried to make it another night without turning on the a/c, but Slayer was hot and kept moving around, so I caved and turned it on. At least I know it’s functional and can get ready for work today without sweating.