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.

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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. . .