What a good weekend. It was a summer weekend of yore, where there was nothing holding me back from doing what I wanted, and there was always a place and thing to be and do. I got super burned today playing golf. I scored a 99 (which is my second time breaking 100 in 2 consecutive attempts) which was pretty sweat. I can break 90 now, I'm sure of it. I just have to concentrate alot more. I'm sure when the weather gets a little colder, I'll be able to do it much more easily. I'm not a hot weather person. I can't stand the heat, as is evidenced by my condo's constant temperature. Overall it was a fun round of golf, with one birdie which was absolutely spectacular, because I did it like a pro, with relative ease, and no hint of anxiety when standing over the putt. I'm going to look for more of those.

No baby mama drama this weekend. No work to worry about this weekend. No nothing to worry about this weekend. It's just good times. And good friends. And good BBBQ's. And some really good sparkling lemonade.

But onto the real important stuff. I had a conversation about marriage this weekend, with someone who said that 30ish is a good target for getting married, and that that gave us 2 years to meet, court, engage and marry the girly-girl that we're gonna marry. To that I say, "what?". 30ish is far, far away. And time goes at the speed of time, so it's not quicker now or something. I can understand some people getting married now, but not everyone. I may need to get married at 50, after I've bought all of Canada, and devloped universal-international healthcare and education systems for the developing world. I need at least 20 years for that. In the meantime, I'm gonna be leading the youth liturgy at the 9am mass at church starting in September. I know. 9am. I know.

~Gers-O