I haven't really decided what to do for fun after work. This week, I've been so tired every evening, that I barely accomplished anything. I've had a load of laundry in the dryer for 20 hours now...oops!
Dad and I walked down to the golf course restaurant by our house for dinner tonight. We couldn't bear the thought of one more measly meal because of our sad efforts in the kitchen. Don't get too excited. This is about the trashiest golf course in the world. I didn't actually know they had food - all I've ever heard about is the bar, cleverly called "The 19th Hole." Needless to say, that's not where we went.
The dining area was filled with people over the age of 60, most of whom live on the lake. But it has a great view of Lake Manitou - which I had forgotten, or perhaps I had never known, that it can be beautiful. With the sun shining orangely on the water, it was very peaceful.
The food was par. Chicken strips were good, but my salad tasted somewhat like women's perfume, the kind that makes you choke when it wafts past you. I didn't eat much of that.
Now I'm off to go bowling with some high school friends - it's guys night out and I'm joining. Truly it is like high school. I miss having all male friends. Or any male friends. It should be a good night.
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