My daughter-out-law Patty also played - the mini-golf theme was aliens
I've always thought rock-paper-scissors (aka Roshambo) was a nifty alternative to flipping a coin. Unfortunately it's not so useful when two minds are in sync. While trying to decide the playing order in mini-golf in Orlando, my daughter and I threw the same shape five times in a row, so I just gave up and let her go before me. I won mini-golf anyway mwah-hah-hah! And then they flew back to New York, and like an idiot I took the train again - 22 hours in coach with crackheads and sick people and jerks. I think Amtrak pretty much cured my fear of flying.