They changed the tiny bottle law in SC back in January.
That did not improve my performance at today’s 7am tee time.
That being said, I learned that being good at golf is not that important. All you have to do is be less hung over than the people you are golfing with; a feat I managed to pull off with astounding results. I wasn’t under par once, but most of the other guys, who regularly pull in games under par (and golf this goddamned course all the time) were totally pulling boners.
At first, I thought they might be throwing to try to make me look good, until one of the sales guys puked in a sand trap after his fifth stroke.
I have discovered the return to working for a nonprofit – apparently if youa re an unmarried man at a fundraising convention, you are like a purple zebra – everyone has to stop and look, and noobody quite believes you exist. The upside is that the guy to girl ratio is like 5/1. The downside is that of the 600 odd women, most are scary run away types. I have never been hit on by so many women over 50 in my life, nor have I ever seen so many women wearing sweats which look like spandex.
