Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Laundry Day/Adventure Day III

The day started off innocently enough - two glazed donuts, one chocolate milk and a good book at the Dunkin Donuts next door to the laundromat. After all, I was waiting for the rinse cycle to finish up, so I had the time. There was this guy sitting two tables over from me attempting to sound very important on the phone. He kept saying things like, "I know, I know, I know. Jill's going to work up the numbers, though, and she's going to get back to me with them. I promise I will call you as soon as I get the numbers. Trust me, okay?" It was super-annoying.

Onto Adventure Day III, sponsored by my dad, Wayne. He took us out to the Bon Vivant Country Club in Bourbonnais, Illinois, where we played a solid eighteen holes of golf, except for Jesse, who only played nine because his girlfriend was making dinner for him. Pansy. Myself, Jesse, Scott, and my dad were all in attendance. Notice Scott's "golfing shorts," as he liked to call them.

Wayne and I shared a cart, which was nice. We got to talk about strategy quite a bit throughout the round. I kept saying things like, "Dude, I think I'm going to try to hit it into the hole." He would wait a moment, and he would look rather pensive before his typical reply, "Good idea."

Action shot. Notice the trees. I don't think we played one hole where everyone hit the fairway. In fact, if I had to wager on it, I'd say that there were only a very small handful of holes where just one of us hit the fairway at all off of the tee. I was probably the worst. I've got a slice like you wouldn't believe. Suprisingly, though, I didn't lose a lot of balls. And I always managed to hit it past the ladies tee. Phew!

Three beers for three sun-soaked and thirsty dudes. Adventure Days should always be sponsored. My mom cooked up a killer bratwurst and baked beans meal afterwards. It was like finishing a round of golf and going into a clubhouse where they served all of your favorite foods - bratwurst, baked beans, macaroni salads, chips 'n dip, and ice cream!

The best thing about ice cream is a nice, cold glass of milk immediately afterwards. The milk you see here is my sister's. She got up from the table after she finished her bowl, went into the kitchen, picked out a cup, walked back onto the porch where we were all eating, and set her cup down in front of her bowl. I immediately grabbed it and drank it down in one gulp. After that, she went through the whole routine again - up, walk, kitchen, cup, walk back, sit, cup down. I point out towards the window behind her as I yelled, "Oh my gosh, look at that!" and lunged for her cup as she (and Scott - what an idiot!) turned to look. I was so impressed with myself, and laughing so hard, though, that milk came spurting out of my nose as I tried to drink it down. Scott yelled, "Milk just came out of your nose! Seriously, I haven't seen that happen since grade school!"

Off to shower. Must lubricate tattoo. Getting scabby. Tomorrow equals Annie Day, as she begins summer days at work and has the entire day off. Fun!


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