Take my license, all that jive

Yesterday, we went out and raced little cars.  It was our long awaited and once delayed Speed Zone double date.  Cas came to pick me up at my house, and he brought me "a little bit of Florida."  It's funny how quickly he figured me out.  He could have bought a souvenir, but I rather prefer the thought of him walking along a beach, thinking of me and picking up only the prettiest shells.

As for the racing in the little cars, I was not as victorious as I had initially predicted I would be.  Alas, my future career is not in tiny-car-racing. I guess I will just stick with the teaching gig.  We did two different types of races before heading over to the miniature golf course.  

Cas had a system for the mini-golf.  Of course.  I just handed him the scorecard- was there even a question? He had a specified order in which everyone would participate.  At the first hole, Jerone would go first.  At the second hole, it was Julie's turn to lead off.  Hole three was for me, and he started the play at hole four.  At the fifth one, we were back to Jerone as the first mini-golfer.  

I don't believe I have ever expended that much mental energy mapping out an equitable manner in which to proceed at miniature golf.  This is the sort of behavior I have come to expect from Cas, though.  He typically has a logical, well-reasoned manner of doing things.  I'm not sure it did him any good, though.  We stopped at the 10th hole for time constraints, and at that point, Jerone and Julie were tied for first place.  I was behind them.  Cas was last.  I guess it serves him right for winning all three races in the formula one style cars.  I'll get him next time, though.