Poprocks.com: Narcissism Central: Otto Putt, Owen Otto's 30th B-day, 05.01.04 / 1a_pre_golfcourse_owen Owen came home on Saturday morning to find that our always-resourceful housemate Ric (under encouragement from me, the provocateur of all plans that are creative, grandiose, decadent, and well, frankly -- completely insane) had turned our 3-bedroom Victorian apartment into a 9-hole mini golf course. The astro-turf greens had ramps, obstructions, tunnels, and sand traps weighted and tested for playability. The entire apartment had become Otto Putt. But we still needed to cook, clean, shop, and prepare for the party. As we carried in bags of party food from Safeway and Trader Joe's, Owen, Bethany, August and I kept tripping over the side-rail for hole #3 that followed along the island through the kitchen.