"So, I know you can booze, but can you swing a club?"
Three weeks ago my friend Jes invited me to be on her golf team for todays charity golf tournament at Glen Annie. It's a scramble she said, so you don't have to kill it at every hole-- just try not to suck the WHOLE time. I said I could do that, so Jes, Veronica, Jenny and I shelled out $130 each to whack balls, look like idiots, get drunk (did I mention each hole is sponsored by a different booze?) and save boobs.
This tournament has become quite the expensive endeavor-- costing me waaayyy more than $130. There was the cost for the 10-holes of golf we squeezed in last week before the sun went down, the tokens for the driving range and then of course the pre/post boozing before each event. But on the bright side I did get a free cart rental and lots of free balls/tokens from other golfers and golf course employees-- hey, they offered!
So yes, this whole golf thing isn't really helping the budget (thanks dad for teaching me how to golf back in the day-- couldn't pick a cheaper sport, could you? Nope didn't think so.), but it's a hell of a lot of fun, so cest la vie.
Amped and ready to save the boobs!
(Did I mention all the proceeds will go towards raising money for local breast cancer treatment? Thus the excessive talk of boobs. BOOBS.)
xoxo Jildo.
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