(i've been waiting for a reason to post this bizarre picture and, while i'm not entirely sure why, this felt like the right time...)
recipe for a stellar date night:
1. these crazies as your double date buddies. anyone who dresses up in costume whenever the opportunity presents itself (and sometimes even when it doesn't), is a-okay in my book
2. dinner at this fantastic place. i forgot how much i heart the mercury cafe. between the random ceramic tigers jumping out of the wall, the waitress who tried to convince us that grapefruit juice contains grapes, and the fact that more than half the menu is pasta-based yet they were completely out of every type of pasta known to man...it's just a fantastically one-of-a-kind place.
3. pulling up to an abandoned building in sketch-ville where all we could see before entering was bright disco lights and all we could hear was what appeared to be gunshots and chainsaws.
allow me to introduce to you, "smash putt." don't quote me on any of these facts because they're 97% made up for dramatic effect...a group of people decided one day that what this planet is missing is an extreme putt putt golf course. so, they created one. but they didn't feel it fair to not share the love across the nation, so they pack up like a traveling circus and find old abandoned buildings around the country to temporarily set up this course for people to try out.
lucky for us, we had the great privilege of verbally signing the 37-page waiver claiming if we lost any limbs, we couldn't sue - and were set loose with clubs and balls in the darkly lit course*
i couldn't tell you which hole was my favorite. it's hard to choose between the foosball guys,
the hole where your ball gets hacked by a buzz saw (i didn't have a good picture of this one, so i made a very accurate artist's rendition to give you an idea),
the man-powered moped that was not only capable of shining really bright lights and honking loudly at the person hitting the ball, but also controlled the twirling of a little plate of french toast...??
another favorite was the "driving range" where you shot balls out of one of those air-powered guns...the 37-page waiver started to feel more and more legit as the night went on. look how serious the boy looks about it all
the boy's favorite was the drill press. by the end of the night, this is what our golf balls looked like:
and how could you not be happy about that??
* i feel it crucial to add that it was darkly lit because then i don't feel so bad that none of my pictures turned out...
