Yuppie Scumbagdom, and Other Wibblings

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As probably next to none of you know, I enjoy actually playing golf. Not miniature golf, which I honestly could play every day for several hours (and, for a while, I was on a first-name basis with the staff at two different Putt-Putt franchises); not video game golf, which is a staple of the games K and I enjoy playing together (both for its own sake, and as a means of earning adult favors ;-)); the real, "I am Tiger Woods" variety, with an assortment of bent sticks, a little electric cart, sand, and occasionally beer.

I've been golfing exactly twice in my life. Both were the company functions during my time with Adelphia, where it was team foursome scramble (everybody hits off the tee, then we'd all hit from where the best of that bunch landed, repeat until it's in the hole).

I bought clubs after the most recent of those events, four and a half years ago. I finally took the bubble wrap off them yesterday, as well as popped my golfing cherry by buying my first bag of tees, a dozen and a half balls (in a nod of sensibility, as well as an acknowledgment to the fact that I don't expect to be very good, I got what amounts to factory seconds, a mis-struck collection of Nike Mojo projectiles), and the cheapest golf bag I could find. I'm going golfing with a colleague tomorrow evening at a local par-3 course.

Which, naturally, plays to neither of my strengths - I hit a mean fading drive, and I putt like a motherfucker. But put an iron in my hands, and the probability for ugliness goes way, way up. . . at least unless I get lucky, or I'm not remembering my previous adventures on the links accurately.

So, there's that to look forward to. Turkey day will see K and I driving to and from Atlanta to sup with one of her favorite aunt & uncle pairings, and possibly seeing an old friend of mine if she and her family are feeling up for it. Friday night, we expect to hit the Castle with bitogoth and scarecrow_23, and Saturday's plan includes landscaping and darkening critus' and netgoth's door.

Also, I bought a Bougainvillea that's approximately the same shade of fuschia as the accents on The Skirt. I'm hoping to train it to overrun the left side of my front porch, but I want to replace the uninteresting wooden railing with something a bit more interesting, preferably in wrought iron, beforehand.

Comments

[hel_ana]

A golfer...

Can you make a note of good courses? My dad is a dedicated golfer, and will almost certainly be bringing his clubs any time he comes down to visit.

Me, I can't golf, since I have no depth perception. Sucks.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Will do, though I'm not sure how much I'll be doing, but it'll be something I'll keep in mind :)

Golf is not evil......

[smaugchow.livejournal.com]

but it can be used for evil purposes. I know a few guys who are stupid over golf - it gets annoying. My boss uses golf (among other things) to suck up to his boss's boss, so that kinda disgusts me about the sport. It too often comes with baggage.

I bought some clubs - used them once on a company scramble. Gathering dust ever since.

I bet I can slice worse than you!

Re: Golf is not evil......

[etcet.livejournal.com]

I'm solidly in the Rodney Dangerfield mold as far as my attitude on the course.

If you get your ass down here, we can go, and make the womenfolk drop us off and pick us up, so we can take a 12-pack on the cart. *grin*

[ldybastet.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooooh golf :-)

I hope you have loads of fun. Myself, I only managed to get out 3 times on the par3 course this past season. *stabs the allergies* But it's fun, if it's not taken too seriously.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

When was the last time you knew me to take -anything- seriously? ;-)

[theonebob.livejournal.com]

I like golf, too. I really suck at it and I've played golf as many times as you have, but yeah, playing golf is cool. Watching others play is an activity of dubious quality though.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

I can certainly appreciate the professionals more, but, yeah. . . not so much with the fun to watch, except the majors.

tennis, for instance, is a lot of fun to play, but you'd have to trot out a large bale of high-denomination bills to get me to watch it for any length of time, even with anna kournikova's participation (unless she was participating on me, which might prove suitably distracting).

[hellsop.livejournal.com]

I've been known to golf, but mostly in inclement weather.

THe high point was finishing the last two holes of 18 in a snow squall that had left a 1/4" of slush on most of the green. "Good thing we picked yellow balls..."

[etcet.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* My last foursome finished up in a torrential downpour, not unlike the scene in Caddyshack with Carl and the vicar(?).

[mpeace.livejournal.com]

Rafe. Golf. Fear.

You're a true Flordian now.

Well, actually you need some really horrid golf short pants and an even more horrid polo shirt and... oh crap. You prolly have those. (Pictures you safety pinning The Skirt and calling them Golf Pants of Doom...)

[etcet.livejournal.com]

You'll be exposed to The Pants (which may actually be too ugly to golf in) soon enough. Muahahah.

I'm planning on something fairly boring, since I'll be going over straight from the office. . . grey slacks and a red, slate, or black polo shirt, most likely. Pbpbpbpttt.

[mpeace.livejournal.com]

You'll be exposed to The Pants

Er.... Won't they arrest you for that? ;)

[theonebob.livejournal.com]

Only if he exposes what's under THE PANTS.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

muah. hah. aha. hah. ha.

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

Jeez, I hate to admit but I've even played golf once (why do these things always come about for us with a 'boss' of some sort?). I had never been on a golf course before in my life; I set the ball on the tee and proceded to KNOCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!! R couldn't believe his eyes. He decided instantly to 'take me under his wing' and 'show me everything he knows'. . . except that I was never quite able to get a golf ball off the ground since.

Like with bowling I sometimes get lucky, the only difference being that I'll probably bowl again sometime in the future.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

funny how that works. . . my boss looked at me differently after I borrowed his driver and knocked the snot out of the ball on every drive.

i bowled a lot as a kid. of course, now it's more of an excuse to drink beer while wearing ugly shoes. . .