I hadn't been to putt-putt golf since Billy Taylor's stuffy birthday party in fourth grade—until last weekend, when those metal-working freaks at HazardFactory (they of constant calluses, Band-Aids, and singed eyebrows) opened their appropriately named Smash Putt! The temporary nine-hole warehouse course isn't just loud and fun and drinky: It's also witty. (Hole number one, "the K-hole," is a joke I won't spoil for you.) Balls get shot out of cannons, skewered by a drill press, ricocheted off a rotating, scooter-powered pad. Everybody there is a little wild-eyed. It's good fun. (Smash Putt! 912 12th Ave, www.smashputt.com. 6 pm–1:30 am, $12.50–$15, 21+. Through Nov 29.)