Shopping and Eating and Golfing, Oh My!
I was feeling kind bad since I hadn't made the time to blog since Wednesday, and then I scooted on over to the cyberworld's authority on Blogging, Jeff Rushing's blog. Neither has he. I'm not trying to be like a liberal and place blame for my actions (or lack thereof) on somebody else, but the fact still remains that somebody else besides me was SO busy doing other stuff. OK, that's rationalization if there ever has been, but oh well.
Wednesday afternoon found Leah and I, as planned, seeing Shall We Dance at the Wolfchase Galleria. It was pretty typical of romantic comedies, without the "guy meets girl, girl and guy have a big fight, guy and girl get back together" sub-plot. Lunch was at Buffalo Wild Wings, and then we headed over to browse the huge lobby (otherwise known as the mall) prior to our 2:45 show time. Some perky woman at the entrance to one store said, "I have a gift for you!". A $25 gift card if we spend $100. So....the net result is that we still spend $75. I guess it's the female "save money by buying things" logic. No thank you.
Thursday consisted of calling my Dad and step-mom in Louisville to wish them a happy turkey day. Then off to serve the procrastinators and the "I have no life" shoppers at Kroger. After shooing out all of the customers and shutting down the place (a rare occurrence in 24-hour supermarket), it was off to Leah's grandmother's for a nuked version of Thanksgiving dinner version 1. Then to my Aunt Linda's for Thanksgiving dinner version 2.
Friday morning I took the opportunity to begin some tasks around the house. First on the list was the ceremonial last lawn-mower trip around the yard. While doing so, I noticed what a sunny, beautiful day it was shaping up to be. Hmmm........Maybe a good day for golf! So I called Bill (co-worker and frequent co-member of foursome) to see if he was up for it. Our favorite local municipal courses all gave us no promising information (looks like everybody had the same idea we did), so we settled for a subdivision-nestled course we affectionately refer to as "Goofy Golf"--Cordova Club, a daily fee course that is incredibly convenient but intensely cruel. Throw a punishing course together with the fact that I haven't played in a few months, and you have a perfect recipe for disaster. Ugh. One day someone is going to explain the allure of this game. I played horribly. I was frustrated most of the day. Discouraged. Angry. Yet, for some reason, I'll play again. I want to do better. Which will take time, money for instruction, etc. This enigma is hard to explain--but ask anyone who plays it.
Wednesday afternoon found Leah and I, as planned, seeing Shall We Dance at the Wolfchase Galleria. It was pretty typical of romantic comedies, without the "guy meets girl, girl and guy have a big fight, guy and girl get back together" sub-plot. Lunch was at Buffalo Wild Wings, and then we headed over to browse the huge lobby (otherwise known as the mall) prior to our 2:45 show time. Some perky woman at the entrance to one store said, "I have a gift for you!". A $25 gift card if we spend $100. So....the net result is that we still spend $75. I guess it's the female "save money by buying things" logic. No thank you.
Thursday consisted of calling my Dad and step-mom in Louisville to wish them a happy turkey day. Then off to serve the procrastinators and the "I have no life" shoppers at Kroger. After shooing out all of the customers and shutting down the place (a rare occurrence in 24-hour supermarket), it was off to Leah's grandmother's for a nuked version of Thanksgiving dinner version 1. Then to my Aunt Linda's for Thanksgiving dinner version 2.
Friday morning I took the opportunity to begin some tasks around the house. First on the list was the ceremonial last lawn-mower trip around the yard. While doing so, I noticed what a sunny, beautiful day it was shaping up to be. Hmmm........Maybe a good day for golf! So I called Bill (co-worker and frequent co-member of foursome) to see if he was up for it. Our favorite local municipal courses all gave us no promising information (looks like everybody had the same idea we did), so we settled for a subdivision-nestled course we affectionately refer to as "Goofy Golf"--Cordova Club, a daily fee course that is incredibly convenient but intensely cruel. Throw a punishing course together with the fact that I haven't played in a few months, and you have a perfect recipe for disaster. Ugh. One day someone is going to explain the allure of this game. I played horribly. I was frustrated most of the day. Discouraged. Angry. Yet, for some reason, I'll play again. I want to do better. Which will take time, money for instruction, etc. This enigma is hard to explain--but ask anyone who plays it.
posted by Eric C at 11:48 PM
3 Comments:
Dangit, Eric, you stole my idea for a romantic comedy! It was going to be ingenius, I tell you! See, this guy and girl meet in a strange situation, and they hook up, but then there are all these misunderstandings that could be solved with one simple sentence but it doesn't happen for over an hour, then they get back together and live happily ever after! But noooooooo, you had to ruin it. Guess I have to give you some of the profits.
As for not posting, it's all good. I was on my tush at my sister's home in Louisville eating and watching the third Harry Potter for the fifth time and watching football. As if I could make it to the back room and use the computer! Puh-lease!
Dude, next time I'm in town, we need to get together for a round of golf. Maybe one of those newer courses I never got to play since I moved to the Kingdom of Far, Far Away.
Golf sounds great.....If you haven't played Galloway (wait, excuse me, "The Links at Galloway") since it's been redone, it's a nice upgrade. Stonebridge is great, as is the ole standby Orgill (no sand!). There's one in Oakland (a few minutes down Hwy 64) that is actually a great course, but the staff is sometimes militaristic (is that a word?!). We affectionately refer to one guy there as the "Golf Nazi". There's a great upscale course toward Germantown that starts with the letters TPC, although for some reason they won't ever give me a tee time. Strangest thing. Maybe you can throw your name around and see where it gets us. Looking forward to it, dude......Maybe you can give me some pointers at a reduced rate.
Wow, I haven't been to Orgill and Stonebridge in forever, and those were the two courses I've played the most in my life. I have, in fact, tried the reconfigured Galloway and deemed it Good. You mean I can hit it in the middle of the fairway and be assured the ball isn't between tufts of bermuda or dirt?
As for the TPC course, that's one thing I miss about not being in junior golf anymore (stupid growing-up). I got to play Southwind in tournaments, and played several rounds at Colonial, which I wish still held the FedEx PGA tourney. Now, though, folks would get all stuffy about me sneaking on to play on Monday when the course is closed. Stupid rich people.
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