You know, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.
My liver hates me. Not that I didn’t already know this, but after this last weekend I was reminded.
I went to Myrtle Beach this past weekend with my wife and the couple that we hang out with. They know a guy who has a condo down there so board was free. Now it was pretty cold Saturday and Sunday (high of 42) but we made due.
We got down there Friday and dumped our bags at the condo and hit Hooters for some beers and dinner. Needless to say I was off to a good start. And our waitress was smoking hot.
(As much as I love Hooters part of me wishes they would only put them in hot babe havens like Myrtle Beach. We went to the Hooters in Roanoke a couple of weeks ago and it was a shame. There should be some way to gauge the hot girl index in an area. The Roanoke Hooters was bad but not anywhere close to Melbourne, FL bad.)
So we hit the Bi-Lo Grocery on the way back for more beer and this continued. Of course this place had a hot tub that I sat in and drank in for about 2 hours. Very healthy. Hot tubbin’ is always best on a chilly night with a cooler full of beer. Anyways, we almost killed the case of Silver Bullets between the 2 of us. Good times.
I woke up feeling like a train wrecked in my head the next morning. But my body felt great thanks to the soothing powers of the hot tub. But with this said we had an 11:30 tee time that morning. No problem (until about the 5th hole when my legs pretty much left me). We get to the course only to have the starter yelling at us to get it in gear because there was a group of 20 that was set to go off right after us. He literally started yelling at us as soon as we gave him our names. Needless to say my buddy David was a little upset with him. And the guy was almost deaf on top of being a dick. So I had to repeat every question like 5 times (actually I only asked him if coolers were allowed. He initially told me no, but then saw the cooler and said “Coolers? Yeah we allow coolers.” What an idiot.).
Now the worst part about only having 2 people is that you’re bound to get paired up with another group. This always sucks because it’s a total wild card. Well, we lucked out. We got paired with Big Lou and Little Lou. Big Lou was easily in his 70s and little Lou was down visiting from NY. Needless to say the running joke for the rest of the weekend was that we had a meeting in a few minutes with the Lous. Awesome.
Anyways, Little Lou could kill it off the tee. Grant it, it only went straight about one out of four, but still huge. He drove his tee shot on 18 about 325. And Big Lou was pretty awesome. A solid 150-200 on every tee shot right down the middle. He was pretty much automatic until he got on the green where he couldn’t buy a putt all day.
They were pretty cool dudes and unlike some douches you meet on a course were very friendly. I found out that Big Lou actually played in the Boston Braves system back in the 40s.
So we drank under control on the course (about 10 apiece) so not to make a scene especially in front of our new friends. From there it was onto dinner at Senor Frogs. Good food, warm beer. The service was sketching at best and I’m pretty sure our beers sat on the bar for at least 5 minutes each time. That pisses me off.
(One thing that I noticed about Myrtle that I hadn’t before was that if there are any just bars that they are very well hidden. Everything is very touristy. I do love a good dive bar.)
Basically this night included my blurting out drunken thoughts that usually get checked at my voice box. In turn pissing off my wife (go figure) and ending with me and my buddy in the hot tub again. Of course we got back inside and it was only like midnight so he went to bed and I stayed up watching the Olympics and drinking more.
That was pretty much the extent of the fun. We drove home the next day. Its only about 4 hours from here. So I guess hell isn’t all that far from the beach after all.
But I was excited to have Monday off. This was my first Presidents Day since my senior year of high school (1998) that I didn’t have to work/class. You see Bowling Green State University always had a “Preview Day” that day. Basically you went to class and there’d be a bunch of snot nosed high schoolers in there. What kind of kid spends a day off of school visiting a school? Idiots, that’s who.
I spent my exciting day working out, doing laundry, ironing, and bathing my stupid cats. All this before my wife got home at 3 from work. I was impressed too.
I may have some thoughts about an array of current happenings at a later date. But not now. I’m pretty sure that I’ve killed off a good number of brain cells because I’m having trouble concentrating lately. I need to get some ginseng or something.
I went to Myrtle Beach this past weekend with my wife and the couple that we hang out with. They know a guy who has a condo down there so board was free. Now it was pretty cold Saturday and Sunday (high of 42) but we made due.
We got down there Friday and dumped our bags at the condo and hit Hooters for some beers and dinner. Needless to say I was off to a good start. And our waitress was smoking hot.
(As much as I love Hooters part of me wishes they would only put them in hot babe havens like Myrtle Beach. We went to the Hooters in Roanoke a couple of weeks ago and it was a shame. There should be some way to gauge the hot girl index in an area. The Roanoke Hooters was bad but not anywhere close to Melbourne, FL bad.)
So we hit the Bi-Lo Grocery on the way back for more beer and this continued. Of course this place had a hot tub that I sat in and drank in for about 2 hours. Very healthy. Hot tubbin’ is always best on a chilly night with a cooler full of beer. Anyways, we almost killed the case of Silver Bullets between the 2 of us. Good times.
I woke up feeling like a train wrecked in my head the next morning. But my body felt great thanks to the soothing powers of the hot tub. But with this said we had an 11:30 tee time that morning. No problem (until about the 5th hole when my legs pretty much left me). We get to the course only to have the starter yelling at us to get it in gear because there was a group of 20 that was set to go off right after us. He literally started yelling at us as soon as we gave him our names. Needless to say my buddy David was a little upset with him. And the guy was almost deaf on top of being a dick. So I had to repeat every question like 5 times (actually I only asked him if coolers were allowed. He initially told me no, but then saw the cooler and said “Coolers? Yeah we allow coolers.” What an idiot.).
Now the worst part about only having 2 people is that you’re bound to get paired up with another group. This always sucks because it’s a total wild card. Well, we lucked out. We got paired with Big Lou and Little Lou. Big Lou was easily in his 70s and little Lou was down visiting from NY. Needless to say the running joke for the rest of the weekend was that we had a meeting in a few minutes with the Lous. Awesome.
Anyways, Little Lou could kill it off the tee. Grant it, it only went straight about one out of four, but still huge. He drove his tee shot on 18 about 325. And Big Lou was pretty awesome. A solid 150-200 on every tee shot right down the middle. He was pretty much automatic until he got on the green where he couldn’t buy a putt all day.
They were pretty cool dudes and unlike some douches you meet on a course were very friendly. I found out that Big Lou actually played in the Boston Braves system back in the 40s.
So we drank under control on the course (about 10 apiece) so not to make a scene especially in front of our new friends. From there it was onto dinner at Senor Frogs. Good food, warm beer. The service was sketching at best and I’m pretty sure our beers sat on the bar for at least 5 minutes each time. That pisses me off.
(One thing that I noticed about Myrtle that I hadn’t before was that if there are any just bars that they are very well hidden. Everything is very touristy. I do love a good dive bar.)
Basically this night included my blurting out drunken thoughts that usually get checked at my voice box. In turn pissing off my wife (go figure) and ending with me and my buddy in the hot tub again. Of course we got back inside and it was only like midnight so he went to bed and I stayed up watching the Olympics and drinking more.
That was pretty much the extent of the fun. We drove home the next day. Its only about 4 hours from here. So I guess hell isn’t all that far from the beach after all.
But I was excited to have Monday off. This was my first Presidents Day since my senior year of high school (1998) that I didn’t have to work/class. You see Bowling Green State University always had a “Preview Day” that day. Basically you went to class and there’d be a bunch of snot nosed high schoolers in there. What kind of kid spends a day off of school visiting a school? Idiots, that’s who.
I spent my exciting day working out, doing laundry, ironing, and bathing my stupid cats. All this before my wife got home at 3 from work. I was impressed too.
I may have some thoughts about an array of current happenings at a later date. But not now. I’m pretty sure that I’ve killed off a good number of brain cells because I’m having trouble concentrating lately. I need to get some ginseng or something.
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