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grindmonkehFuck golf.
I need to find a new sport to occupy my time. The weather is prime for jogging...or maybe something involving drinking and hand grenades. I double-bogeyed every hole today at Hulman Links, except for every par three on which I scored par. To make it worse, I attempted to play through an older fella who was playing by himself, but he was obviously wanting some company and asked if I'd play along. I was too nice to say no...so the gaaaaame becaaaaaaaame verrrrrrrry slowwwwwwwww paaaaaced. Yesterday at Rea Park wasn't much better, although I was hungover like I had spent Saturday night drinking and playing with hand grenades...
...But I should have known better than to make an 11 o'clock tee-time the morning after Joe's (my future brother-in-law) bachelor party. I'm surprised that I got out of bed at all before noon had come and gone.
The bachelor party was just eight guys riding around in a limo from bar to bar to bar to bar, but it was too much fun. Even Charley (my ex-step-dad) was blitzed (and buying us pitcher after pitcher after pitcher of beer). The guys are a riot, and I ran into a few people along the way that I hadn't talked to in a long time as well. I heard a scream from across a packed bar and was almost tackled-hugged by Danny's ex-wife Carolyn, who I hadn't spoken to in almost two years. She told me a few things about their split that were significantly different than his story, but that's for them to deal with. It was good talking to her though since we used to be pretty close, and I had lots of long lost convo with lots of other people. After the bars we all ended up at some house party where the guy hosting asked me to join his band. He kept giving me shots of whiskey and I have no idea what I was even playing on his guitar, but if he was impressed by it then I don't think I want to be in his band. Hell, I can't even remember where he lived, what he looked like, or what his name was, but I have his home number, cell number, and e-mail address. I don't know how I remained standing at the end of the night after consuming so much alcohol, and my morning-after headache subsided rather quickly as post hangover euphoria eased my work-shift at the golf course. I'm kicking myself for forgetting my camera, but my blurry memories are probably nonetheless clearer than my blurry photographs.
And fuck golf some more.
I need to find a new sport to occupy my time. The weather is prime for jogging...or maybe something involving drinking and hand grenades. I double-bogeyed every hole today at Hulman Links, except for every par three on which I scored par. To make it worse, I attempted to play through an older fella who was playing by himself, but he was obviously wanting some company and asked if I'd play along. I was too nice to say no...so the gaaaaame becaaaaaaaame verrrrrrrry slowwwwwwwww paaaaaced. Yesterday at Rea Park wasn't much better, although I was hungover like I had spent Saturday night drinking and playing with hand grenades...
...But I should have known better than to make an 11 o'clock tee-time the morning after Joe's (my future brother-in-law) bachelor party. I'm surprised that I got out of bed at all before noon had come and gone.
The bachelor party was just eight guys riding around in a limo from bar to bar to bar to bar, but it was too much fun. Even Charley (my ex-step-dad) was blitzed (and buying us pitcher after pitcher after pitcher of beer). The guys are a riot, and I ran into a few people along the way that I hadn't talked to in a long time as well. I heard a scream from across a packed bar and was almost tackled-hugged by Danny's ex-wife Carolyn, who I hadn't spoken to in almost two years. She told me a few things about their split that were significantly different than his story, but that's for them to deal with. It was good talking to her though since we used to be pretty close, and I had lots of long lost convo with lots of other people. After the bars we all ended up at some house party where the guy hosting asked me to join his band. He kept giving me shots of whiskey and I have no idea what I was even playing on his guitar, but if he was impressed by it then I don't think I want to be in his band. Hell, I can't even remember where he lived, what he looked like, or what his name was, but I have his home number, cell number, and e-mail address. I don't know how I remained standing at the end of the night after consuming so much alcohol, and my morning-after headache subsided rather quickly as post hangover euphoria eased my work-shift at the golf course. I'm kicking myself for forgetting my camera, but my blurry memories are probably nonetheless clearer than my blurry photographs.
And fuck golf some more.
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Date: 2003-04-28 05:23 pm (UTC)amongst other things.
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Date: 2003-04-28 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-04-29 04:40 am (UTC)oh. and did i mention boys?