All I Can Taste is Texture!

Eddie, Anthony, Mike G, and I played disc golf last night in Memorial Park, the night before Eddie's flight back to New York. It was the first round of disc golf for Eddie and Anthony; unfortunately, they had to play with pretty cheap discs, as I couldn't find my heavyweights in the garage. But I think they enjoyed it.

It was really nice to play with them, as the four of us golfed (real golfed) together quite a bit last summer. I did manage to make the worst throw of my disc golf career last night--I literally threw my "Picnic Day 2002" disc further to the left than in the direction I was aiming, and I lost it about 70 feet away on a fenced tennis court! I also lost
the two other discs, as Eddie threw one underneath a bridge, and another one flew out fo the truck bed on 280 the next morning. Three free Frisbees, free from being flung forever. Say that free times fast.

We went to Jamba Juice afterwards and ordered from the secret menu. I got Fruit Roll Up, Eddie and Mike got White Gummy Bear, and Anthony got Strawberry Shortcake. Mike tried Anthony's drink, but apparently didn't think that it had much taste, saying: "All I can taste is texture!" Oh man, we're gonna be saying that for years.

All I can smell is color.