So, my son turned 17 on Saturday. He doesn’t look any older than he did a year ago, but that’s probably because his face has been half-covered in fur for the last couple of years. We went to what has become a little tradition for his parties: Ultrazone, down along McLoughlin. Hooray, laser-tag! (This wasn’t a good showing for me… 10th out of 12, then 4th out of 14. I blame it on the blue jeans that fluoresced very nicely under the black lights…)

Spud’s just glad I gave him a Rifftrax DVD instead of another math book, of course. Heh.

The other notable event of the weekend? Irvington’s “farmer’s market” launched, taking up one small piece of road between Broadway & Weidler next to the Kitchen Kaboodle. (I think we spent more time there than we did at the market, but there you go.) It was a modest assemblage, though I hope it goes well and they can attract a few more merchants. A cheese vendor, for instance, would be nice. A hike down Broadway on Sunday beats waking up early enough to get to PSU before the insane crowds make that market unpalatable…