What the hell was I doing, getting...
by jason
2003-07-20 09:11:22 PDT
What the hell was I doing, getting up at 7.30 this morning? I just woke up and thought I'd have a smoke and maybe some crackers and go back to bed. Here I am over an hour later, and I've made a trip to the grocery store and watched some of the British Open. Never thought I'd watch golf, and I usually don't, but I keep hearing about this one, so I've got it on in the background.
Going golfing today with Kipp and his girlfriend, Jen. Neither of them has ever golfed before, so at least I'm not going to get my ass kicked like in Calgary, where I used a driver for the first time and shot 158. This time, though, I'm going to a pitch-and-putt with my own golf bag (my boss gave me one). I'm going with it empty, as my pitch-and-putt clubs are in Bill's golf bag in Calgary. Pretty much only taking it so we can fit an 18-pack in it. I imagine I'll be able to keep it under 158 today, anyhow.
So I missed Shayne and Sonya's wedding on Friday night. How lame of me! I got home from work and took a quick nap, and woke up with an unbelievable headache and a ridiculous fever. The kind of fever that makes you feel like you've got two people in your head, and you're reduced to a spectator while they have a constant, yammering conversation. I actually couldn't stand up for a while, which I can't remember ever happening to me. When Riley came home, I think he thought I was in a really bad mood or crazy for a while. Anyways, I took about a millionty-eleven Tylenol, ignored my meningitis worries, and slept on and off until Saturday morning. I woke up in the most disgusting pool of sweat I've ever experienced. It was awe-inspiring, though, to see how much I'd sweat. Anyways, that did the trick, because the fever had broken and the headache only had faint remnants of itself. Feelin' nice now. Feelin' pretty nice.
Did up the golfing today. It was a damn good time - we did the course twice. (Amazingly, my golf bag will hold 15 beer without even bulging.) It just looks a little ridiculous when you go to pick it up with four clubs in it but you have to heft it because the beer weighs a deceptive amount, but it got lighter as we went, what with Kipp basically shotgunning a couple on the second tee. I shot okay, but I was mainly happy with the fact that I'm actually hitting them the way I think you're supposed to - I'm not hitting 80 yd. line drives at the pitch and putt anymore; I'm lofting them up and down. Now I just gotta figure out what kinda weight to hit the ball with. I can see how people become so immersed in this game.
Anyways, I was 15 over on 9 holes (shot a 42), which isn't great, but it's pretty decent for me. It could have been a 39 if I hadn't insisted on re-teeing three times when I hit it into that tree over and over again. Whatever, though, that part in Tin Cup was cool.
Played some football down at the beach tonight, too, but we had to quit early when this Scott guy's leg gave up on him. Pretty good game until then, though. He may have the most hilarious, kickass dog of all time, I dunno. It was this little almost-Scotty dog that could run unbelievably fast after its doggy frisbee, and just come bouncing right back, ready to play tug-of-war and go again.
One last thing - tried the McDonald's grilled cheese sandwich today. Let's just say that I wouldn't if I were you.