The one thing that I like about Pasadena is its familiarity. I know the pathways like the back of my hand. Even the old frisbee golf course, which included such rituals as

• getting the frisbee lost down in a basement pit
• losing the frisbee in deep deep grass
• missing easy putts
• hitting power lines
• nailing large immovable objects that I intended to avoid
• hoping cars didn't run over my frisbee when it sliced its way to the street
• scaring the bejeezus out of grad students
• doing a lot of cursing
  

I shot a 13-over, and as Matty J and I were meandering back to the car to beat the Pasadena heat, I absently threw the frisbee low with the intent for it to skid down the sideback. Of course, it was the straightest throw all day. It skipped at high speeds down the asphalt, and it jolted awake a cat that I didn't see was asleep in the shadows. Scared kitties are funny. So me, being thoroughly amused with that result, did it again. This time, it skipped off the curb, hit a parked car's hubcap, and promptly fell into a gutter. Goodbye seven-year-old Caltech Frogs frisbee. That disc had bad karma written all over it anyway.

We celebrated Matty J's birthday yesterday in the patio of Lucky Baldwin's, a cool pub on Raymond in Old Pas. The food wasn't as delectable as Crown & Anchor, but it made of for it in sheer size as well as the huge beer selection. And to cap off a nice celebration, we retired to Matty J & Liz's sweet new condo to watch a few episodes of Sports Night. Shoe money tonight!