Last Thursday, I spent my day at the golf course.
Yes, I did.
It was a carrier outing for one of my customers, and I’m not going to lie; I’d been pretty nervous about this golf thing from the get-go. I do not have the greatest hand-eye coordination on the planet, and was told that I could just hang out in the cart and drink. Which there was plenty of, but there were a couple holes where my status as female was called into play. I did not know that the ladies tees were sometimes a good bit further up than the mens. I was told I only had to hit the ball ten feet for it to be better than anything they hit.
They played a game called four-man (person?) scramble, where you play off the best shot, to make the game go faster. We did nothing but drink and have a great time. The customer put me with the best people they possibly could have. I did happen (of course) to get a few pictures of the place where I first made contact with a golf ball with a driver.
Oh. And I will say that I came in pretty clutch on a couple of putts. 🙂
|This is M, with his giant Jack and coke.|
|I’m pretty sure they turned around every so often to see if I knew where the ball went. The guy next to M was one of the funniest guys I’ve met. I was super obsessed with M’s golf shoes too. They were so pretty!|
So, I had such a good time that I think I am actually going to go and take professional golf lessons. B offered, but he scares me…the patience is non-existent with that one. Plus, if I can get any sort of pink clubs, then I am definitely one happy girl.