Extreme Golf
Yesterday was Hubby’s annual “Extreme Golf” day. Ever since he turned 36, on or near his birthday, he and his friends golf his age. This year, they decided to do it a month after his birthday 1) so that they’d have enough daylight to golf 39 holes and 2) so that they could do it when Brion (see picture on right) would be in town from Washington and be able to attend.
B/c of the weather, half the guys wimped out [NOTE: MarkyMark's not being there doesn't count as "wimping out" -- he's getting over having strep and pneumonia at the same time and still isn't 100%; it would have been foolish for him to come]. The die-hard four were there, though: Hubby, Dan, Brion, and Nucho. That’s Hubby in the picture on the left. The guy at the golf course thought they were joking when they showed up and wanted to play. Unfortunately, they “only” got to play 27 holes b/c the weather just got too crazy. All the same, it was better than a day at work….
