Bruce's girlfriend tried fixing me up with somebody tonight, at the golf course.
It was a really nice lady, but not very interesting.
And she probably thought the same about me.

Another nice night out though.  Even though we played in the rain.

Bruce insulted me, and I returned the favor through the whole game.
Wildman was my partner and he of course rocked.
Rick was, well.....Rick.  That's all I can say about him.

Al was pissed at me because of what some asshole vendor did.  I can't help what people do or say, so screw them.

Mike S. was there.  It's always nice seeing him.

(I was toned down this week at the clubhouse.  The stressful day had me worn down.  I dodged a huge bullet with the suctomer, .....I mean customer in Texas.  It really took it out of me.
I mean, it's one thing to travel when you have a support system at home.  It's another thing to go into a dump like that when you're absolutely alone.  So for now I'm home, and I'm happy.)

No straw hat this week.  I decided to ruin a Triumph hat instead.  I also broke my sunglasses by accident.  Oh well.