I’ve had 3 chocolate labs in my life, all were awesome family dogs, protected my sick grandparents while I was away at college, ride in cars better than a lot of people, and truly turned on another gear when they hit the woods. It was night and day. They could be on the couch, chillin’ and watching cops. Load them up and take them to the back forty, and they look like they’re invading Normandy.
If you’d have read what I actually wrote, right above this actually, you’d see it wasn’t a knock on Quinn actually. All that salt’s gonna crank your blood pressure up.
No offense to Quinn, but I had her writings and the words “double” and “standard” in my head as I scanned and abstained from last week’s comment crisis.
“It’s either gambling, binge drinking, or a complete monopoly of our kitchen and living room! You can’t have them all at once.”-her last night discussing the next two months of my life
*cracks beer, grabs remote, log into TVG app on tablet while asking “When is dinner going to be ready, honey?”*
Drove to Charlotte for a golf tournament Sunday. Go to town around lunchtime, played 9 at a local muni, while crushing no less than 10 beers, got back, had dinner and continued drinking before we were called out to the bars. Was politely asked to leave three different establishments because of what my buddy claims as “racing too loose”, then bought contraband from the Uber driver on the way home.
Woke up to an inch of snow in Charlotte, tournament postponed and a fallen tree that landed no more than a foot from the Mrs. Bogey-mobile.
I may get downvoted to the third gate of hell for this, but why not just buy a few cases of Bud heavy and save the coin. I don’t know too many “men” who would choose champs over an ice cold red label, but maybe that’s a geographical or generational thing.
The same people who use Androids are the ones who never refill the water in the Keurig, don’t use turn signals, and have at least considered socialism as an “idea that could really work”.
They actually have a check system for merch. Go early, set your chair, and head to the merch tent, they’ll store it for you until you’re ready to head out. They sell out of a lot of good stuff by the time play actually begins for the day. 16 green is my favorite, but you’ll get 100 different opinions on that. Expect to be catered to more than any other tournament you’ll go to, but as someone said, it’s pure golf. The reason annual dues to ANGC is relatively low is the Masters, and by taking so much in from that one week, they keep their dues in check. So the staff really want to make it a great experience for every patron. Also, take whatever budget you have in mind for merch and double it. I went in thinking $150 was more than enough. Then, you start thinking about your buds who didn’t come with you. Final tally, $380ish.
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I’ve had 3 chocolate labs in my life, all were awesome family dogs, protected my sick grandparents while I was away at college, ride in cars better than a lot of people, and truly turned on another gear when they hit the woods. It was night and day. They could be on the couch, chillin’ and watching cops. Load them up and take them to the back forty, and they look like they’re invading Normandy.
I hate to break it to you now, but she’s not the one.
If you’d have read what I actually wrote, right above this actually, you’d see it wasn’t a knock on Quinn actually. All that salt’s gonna crank your blood pressure up.
No offense to Quinn, but I had her writings and the words “double” and “standard” in my head as I scanned and abstained from last week’s comment crisis.
I’m starting to feel like we are either seeing shades of Girl before graduation, or worse, her younger sister.
Or worse, the Cloud. There’s no coming back from that.
Bingo! I was thinking she’d veil it as “The Retreat at Twin Spires”.
“It’s either gambling, binge drinking, or a complete monopoly of our kitchen and living room! You can’t have them all at once.”-her last night discussing the next two months of my life
*cracks beer, grabs remote, log into TVG app on tablet while asking “When is dinner going to be ready, honey?”*
Drove to Charlotte for a golf tournament Sunday. Go to town around lunchtime, played 9 at a local muni, while crushing no less than 10 beers, got back, had dinner and continued drinking before we were called out to the bars. Was politely asked to leave three different establishments because of what my buddy claims as “racing too loose”, then bought contraband from the Uber driver on the way home.
Woke up to an inch of snow in Charlotte, tournament postponed and a fallen tree that landed no more than a foot from the Mrs. Bogey-mobile.
I’ve had a lone Bells can in my refrigerator since Sunday. That bitch dies at 5:10 today.
I may get downvoted to the third gate of hell for this, but why not just buy a few cases of Bud heavy and save the coin. I don’t know too many “men” who would choose champs over an ice cold red label, but maybe that’s a geographical or generational thing.
I would rather drive through Hampton after dark, with my doors unlocked, unarmed than even think about going to Manassas.
*Rada Cutlery
Ouch. Almost 3 hundy and they’re ugly af. I’d imagine jumping on a grenade at 2 AM is a more respectable decision.
Those darn whippersnappers these days…
And here I sit, meal planning and pinching nickels on my way to Friday. PGP
The same people who use Androids are the ones who never refill the water in the Keurig, don’t use turn signals, and have at least considered socialism as an “idea that could really work”.
“So kiss me…”
I really hope to see you stay CC. I see big things for you here.
They actually have a check system for merch. Go early, set your chair, and head to the merch tent, they’ll store it for you until you’re ready to head out. They sell out of a lot of good stuff by the time play actually begins for the day. 16 green is my favorite, but you’ll get 100 different opinions on that. Expect to be catered to more than any other tournament you’ll go to, but as someone said, it’s pure golf. The reason annual dues to ANGC is relatively low is the Masters, and by taking so much in from that one week, they keep their dues in check. So the staff really want to make it a great experience for every patron. Also, take whatever budget you have in mind for merch and double it. I went in thinking $150 was more than enough. Then, you start thinking about your buds who didn’t come with you. Final tally, $380ish.