They weren't practices

James took Richard and me to Mountain View (Shoreline Golf Links) to golf; the weather was really perfect, but our golf skills were quite the opposite. I felt pretty bad because we were terrible to the point where we really slowed and dragged things down -- other golfers passed us plenty of times (and the first time we were slightly chided -- I thought he was pretty condescending -- for not waving them forward since we were finishing so slowly). It took us close to four hours to finish six or seven holes; we accidentally skipped a couple and ended up at the end of the ninth hole, so we just decided to go eat lunch at BJ's... WHICH IS AMAZING. The boys opted for pasta (Richard was predictable and ordered angel hair), but I got a heavenly California burger and then we shared their cookies 'n cream pizookie (pizza cookie aka a large, soft, cookie the size of a mini pizza with ice cream piled on top) and my mouth cried with bliss.

There was a point in the game where several Canada geese (there are a billion there) flew over our heads in a V-formation, and it was really beautiful. They were less than six feet overhead -- it was a very movie-scene moment and had I not been mid-swing, I would have been snapping at that like crazy.





























"Lunch is served."