It's finals week and everyone is crazily busy working on papers and trying to complete that umpteen hundred pages of reading. At 1 am I was bored and there were still a few people awake, so I decided to invite anyone who wanted to to join me for a round of (drum roll is heard in the distance) FRISBEE GOLF. The thrilling, exhilarating game taken to a whole new level and complicated by the lack of light. Cornfields are peacefully quiet at 0100 which ads an element of mystery to any activity, especially on an already fogy damp, still night.
The first few holes recieve mininmal light from the surrounding buildings. The drive on hole 3 has the potential to hit the presidents house. Hole 5 found the women's RD waiting to see what was going on. The long, par five, hole 6 decends into darkness and not even the basket was to be seen until about the 4th (or sometimes 5th throw). Hole 7 starts dark and ends darker. Complemented by the fact that there is light on the horizon and the Frisbee is only visible until it is released. This results in four people tromping around looking for lost frisbees for a few minutes. Each hoping for the best but secretly fearing the worst. Hole 8 is lost among the pine trees and is impossible to see at high noon, let alone midnight.
Most likely strategy for hole 8: PRAY, throw in general direction, PRAY, hunt for frisbee, keep hunting, say a not so nice phrase (indicating the poor throw) when your frisbee is finally located, repeat until the "chink" of chains is heard and visual confirmation is acquired that the Frisbee in the basket is in fact yours. This is a common scenario, except that often the "not so nice phrases" are more frequent than as described above.
I must admit, there are a lot of other exciting late night things that college kids could do, but this is one that very few ever get to experience. I don't even regret it in the morning either.
Party hard-Play Frisbee.
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