Frisbee Golf Comments

It was going to be a beautiful Saturday morning - and the wind was still. Wind mattered because Peter and I had borrowed a friend's lime green Fiat and trekked 30 minutes north to play the Lufbery (frisbee) disc course. We teed-off just after sunrise. It's a beautiful, wooded course. I used to be a frisbee-golf addict and I'd brought my gear to Yale - but only managed to play twice. I finished 8-under (for 18 holes) and Peter earned a little participation, something or other, to be awarded later.

Peter lives in a doctoral frat-house they call doc-house (the 8 guys who live there are all doctoral students) . It's a typical frat house, remarkably dark and filthy. Every surface seems carpeted and there's a dizzying cocktail of smells - old beer, dust, pizza, cigars, whisky, popcorn, cigarettes and pot - ugg! Yes, If you need to carouse, this is the house. You hear, "You're in the DOC-HOWWSE! " (said like dog-house) when a group of new girls show up.
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