take me out...

So, yesterday we took our children on a trip. We went to a putt-putt place in Black Mountain called Shadowbrook. There are two different courses. I usually consider myself to be relatively good at putt-putt, but yesterday, that course bent me over its knee and spanked me mercilessly. I just failed... over and over and over. I think I can blame my poor performance on the heat, however. I was hot as a pistol out there. Shannon and I played in front so we could be ready for the kids at the end, and we busted through that course like the Devil was after us. We played incredibly quickly, which is another apparent reason for my score. So, in other words, the score was not really indicative of my talent. After the game, the kids got to play arcade games for a little while, which was a great way to waste time and money. Then we took them to Fuddrucker's, which was fun except for my interaction with the manager. I talked to the manager on Sunday, making sure our prices were what I had asked for. When I arrive, he tells me that all the staff meals are going to be 25 cents more expensive than what I was quoted... 24 HOURS EARLIER. I got so upset with him, but dealt with it in a really scary passive-aggressive manner. I think he was intimidated by me... maybe. But, we didn't have another choice, so we ate there. Thennnn we took the kids to an Asheville Tourists Minor League baseball game. There were some problems with the tickets, but it was revealed that the problem was my fault because I lost my ability to add simple numbers for 15 minutes. But the problem was solved and we headed inside. It was awesome because the kids got so into it. They were yelling and having fun. That is, until the 5th inning. At that point, they started looking like an advertisement for Ritalin. I mean, they were staring at the sky, bouncing in their seats, punching each other, picking their noses, crying, singing, and all around showing every symptom of extreme boredness. So, we got on out of that piece. As we were walking out, Judgmental Shay came out and I began wishing that everyone in the real world was like the people I go to school with in terms of dressing well and not being loud and gross and smelling like copious amounts of cigarette smoke. I feel bad... but I still feel that way a little bit. So hate me if you want. Sorry.