Õh man, I was out miniature golfing with Steve and Rhea tonight, and I don't know if you're familiar with the 13th hole of the yellow course in the Irvine Boomer's, but I got a hole-in-one there, like, totally the wrong way and everything. Okay, you know how you have to thit the ball in that one little hole, and then it goes down into that other part? Well, I just smacked it over the rock, and it hit the other side and bounced off in the hole. You so had to be there. It kicked so much ass. I'm not even upset that I lost both times we played, because that shot ruled so completely.