i knew ridgefield couldn’t be the only town with a wannabe nickname. located approximately 53 minutes from ridgefield, new rochelle, ny is a buzzing metropolis, streets lines with gleaming skyscrapers and flooded with fresh faces…oh wait, wrong image. new rochelle is the kind of city you might avoid after dark. but when the sun goes down, it’s only natural to play through on the – hello – glow-in-the-dark-mini-golf course.
lauren, jenn, all the boys and i made the 53 minute trip to putt flourescent neon golf balls off flourescent neon fish (or knights or frogs, depending on the theme of the room) in a frenetic boys (minus rick) vs. girls (plus rick) battle for black light victory. i don’t remember who won, but i know it wasn’t me.
lauren will tell you that one the way home, we nearly collided with the same woman who had given us directions a few blocks back. i’ll tell you i’m still glad she wasn’t driving! but i’ll also tell her thanks for the diet coke.
quote of the day: “she dreams in color, she dreams in red” – pearl jam
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