Yesterday my lovey and I enjoyed a gorgeous evening here with a game of twilight golf at a nearby club...little did we know that there was a theme, "Cowboy"
We missed the memo! Damn, and I have some really great cowboy golfwear, like my Stetson, visor, Lucchese golf shoes, and club holster...NOT!
Golf was fine, I managed to remember to keep my head down after 4 holes...
geeeeeeze all these things to remember
just to hit a stupid ball across a lawn!!
Dinner was another story...we had a choice of 2 entree's, lovey got the salmon...very fishy...I got the pulled pork...OMG, I had to send it back...(If you are faint of heart..MPM, stop reading and put on TVLand)...It looked like someone placed the hairball my 17 year old retriever coughed up this morning on a plate along with some
black bean/corn salsa and collard greens...
yuck, yuck, yuck!
The best part of the evening was when one of the elders of the club got a hold of the microphone and sang "Home on the Range"....
I'm just sayin', just shoot me!!
Atleast they could have piped in this version:)