Some coworkers and I randomly decided to golf after work yesterday.
This was an interesting idea, as it was 50 degrees out, raining, and super windy. Well, we figured it would be comical, at least.
We got there, and the place was closed for business. However, they had left out all of the pull carts and the flags were all still up.
We got there, and the place was closed for business. However, they had left out all of the pull carts and the flags were all still up.
So 6 of us decided to just go for it, and if employees showed up we would pay.
(Bruce, Al, Willie, Tim G.,Dave G, and myself)
Nobody showed up.
Nobody showed up.
It was a hilarious, muddy, splashing, ball-whacking, vulgarity-prevalent night of golf. I actually had the best ball contact ever, though my score didn't improve any. I came close to some pars, but didn't make them. I was also incredibly tired, which may have kept my golf jitters down.
Afterwards, we all went to the Sandbar. That place has great wings.
Another thing that rocked about this night was the fact that I didn't have to pay for anything. Tim G. picked up the bill for all of us. Awful nice thing to do.
This was probably the most fun I had golfing all year.
Afterwards, I had only enough energy to pick up an anniversary gift for Tree, make a quick stop at home, and then sit on her couch to immediately fall asleep.
I felt bad for coming over just to fall asleep. I was certainly worn out, though.
This was probably the most fun I had golfing all year.
Afterwards, I had only enough energy to pick up an anniversary gift for Tree, make a quick stop at home, and then sit on her couch to immediately fall asleep.
I felt bad for coming over just to fall asleep. I was certainly worn out, though.






















