
Allison had just finished telling a story about a comedy show featuring vegaliens, when I noticed some oak tree bark doing a good imitation of a vegetative alien.
Lauren and I took an archery lesson to celebrate her birthday. We both loved it. I got a bullseye on my first shot, then didn’t get another for the rest of the hour. The good gentlefolk from the Society for Creative Anachronism were having a medieval tournament at the adjacent range, which added a festival atmosphere to the day. All good fun.