So, we've loaded the 4-Runner with both of our golf bags and all of the extra accoutrements required to appear as if we know what the Hell we're doing. We don't. Let me just clarify that right away. You know... just in case there is someone out there in the blogosphere that doesn't already know this.
Luckily, our tournament organizer (the friend I play with on Wednesdays & Fridays) has been kind enough to make our tee times for 8:30 in the morning, both Saturday & Sunday. I also adore this course. In my mind's eye, we're looking at a win win situation here. Sure, I'm probably totally delusional, but the best part is that... No Matter What... we don't play with our own spouses. That right there raises my win-ability factor a few hundred notches. Don't laugh.. It Could Happen. In a perfect world anyway.
The course is one of the prettiest courses in Texas that I've ever had the pleasure to play. They keep it groomed to perfection and it is truly a visual feast. It is not an easy course, by any means, but it's a challenge and it's fun. Granted, I have heat induced Tourette's Syndrome, but all of the players are well aware of this and seem to be completely tolerant of my affliction. Actually, around a dozen people dropped out of the tournament at the last minute, but I'm sure that has nothing to do with me since I'm no threat to anyone. Unless they cannot stand to hear worse cuss words than a sailor spews. Yes, I'm feminine like that. Or perhaps not. Just consider me an inigma, because I am, you know. Everyone seemingly knows my Modus Operatus, so there shouldn't be any looks of surprise if & when I drop a few dozen F-Bombs. It's always good to be among friends.
You'll love this part, I think. We are staying at Motel Hell, but, since we've been there before, we are prepared. One friend is bringing his big ass smoker/grill. Everyone is bringing a plentiful supply of liquor (meaning vodka & whiskey) and food. We will all show up with plenty of good music and CD players with which to play the music. We basically take over the entire motel and woe be unto the poor unsuspecting person who decides to stay there for a night of quiet contemplation & sleep. That won't be happening. Each motel room is equipped with a small fridge, which, along with all of our ice filled coolers, should be more than adequate. None of us travel lightly when it comes to libations & cuisine.
Friday night, as everyone is arriving, sandwiches, appetizers and cocktails will be plentiful. On Saturday night, there will be a major meat fest, with beef tenderloins on the menu. They would have to beat me away with a
So, I do promise to take as many pictures as sobriety allows or doesn't allow. I might get 2 or 3 pictures. Then again, I might get as many as 20. It all depends on the mood I'm in at the time. It also might depend on whether or not I can focus the camera and shoot. Time will tell, so get over it. I SWEAR I'm going to have fun this time. Really. I promised, didn't I?