Mom and I hit a round of nine. Starting out with 20 balls and finishing with 12. I lost em all. I was on my forth ball at hole two. Though, a little later in the game I figured it out and was sending some super long and straight drives. Straight into the water hazard. But I kept most of em in the fairway and followed up with some sick approach shots and long putts. Four tall-boys kept my swing smooth and the laughter heckling.
We got passed on the first hole by a lady with two babies. Humiliating... or just funny. We finished up and headed to the 19th for a cure to poor golf. Asking the bartender if she had a good Bloody Mary, she responded it was great and whether we wanted it spicy or regular. Then came the immediate dissapointment as the two glasses of tomato juice and vodka were placed infront of us and a basket of salt and pepper, lemon juice and not-so-hot hot sauce. They almost had "warsher sauce", but didnt. So mixed it, stirred it, drank it, paid for it. I dont think the barkeep did anything?
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you gotta have the warshershershire for that western kick.......I also recommend a pickle for a nice alchohol soaked snack.
Great story, i loved it. I love the snookder table, don't see manyof those around anymore, haven't played that table for 20 years. you do not suck at golf you just don't play very often, once a year i bet. sounds like your driving the golf card is a bit scary considering you haven't drive a real car for a year. hope you can remember how to drive, but you expierence on the cart make me a bit nervous. hope you do better on the interstate. loved the verbage as usual. you both should go out once a week before you leave. you will start to love the game. walk this time so you can get some exercise and avoid killing someone.
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