Hit and Giggles

Hit and giggles, that is what Tom calls the couple scrambles and dinners the club has. There is one tournament that is really call Hit and Giggles during the summer. Last night's them was various wines at strategic holes. Hor D' oeuvres were also provided at those holes. Dinner was a lovely buffet afterwards with pork and chicken to choose from and green beans and salad. I loved the vegetables since we don't do much vegetables at our house very often.

I arrived in one of my old golfing outfits. We were teamed up with a great fun group. It was my first experience at being the old couple in the group though. The women were beautiful blonds dressed in lovely new golf outfits with stunning summer tans. I felt quite dowdy in my goodwill skirt and collared shirt and pail skin. I had thought it would be colder so I even had my nylons on with control top. Tom loves me in nylons though so he didn't mind.

I played well, making great contact with the ball and keeping my head down and my eyes on the ball. Tom was pleased with my performance. One of the women plays in a Saturday group. My performance warranted an invitation to join them. I don't know though if I can play that well all the time. I really focused with Tom there watching. Of course I never really saw where my ball went once it left the Tee, but Tom said they were great hits. I even sunk a put or two early on before the wine began to influence my game.

I was careful to keep the plastic glass half full of wine. Tom would hit bumps and the wine would spill if the cup was overfull as Tom's was. His beautiful white golf shoes, the right one had a lovely pink tinge to the leather by the end of the night. I tried holding the cups out the window of the cart to keep them from spilling, but that was only partially successful. The key was really to keep drinking it before it spilled.

I ended up with a lovely stain of red wine on both my top and skirt. As soon as we were done with the round, I was in to the pro shop buying a new chic golf outfit. It is stunning if I do say so myself. What the pro had in stock was a lovely orange skirt and a black top in some new material they use in sports clothes today. Orange and black, Tom loved the outfit. He could find no flaws with my attire. I told the pro to charge it to Tom's account. I didn't even look at the tags to find out how much I had just spent. I trotted off to dinner to hang with my husband and the other hot women we were golfing with. No longer feeling quite as dowdy and old and dated.

I started drinking water and sobering up enough to drive us home, but Tom was not done with the night. He wanted to go bowling. He said call the boys and find out if they want to go bowling. Having been home all day, the boys jumped at the chance. We swung by and picked them up. Tom had hoped that others might join us from the club, but just the boys came.

I drove. The boys brought their father's new ball. Trevor says the finger holes are too spread apart for him so only Tom uses the new ball. We all played horribly. We had a great time, but the night bowling is very different and so are the crowds. The music choices I didn't care for as much as the other night. The place was packed with people. Riley said all the stimulus was distracting and it was. The swirling lights and every lane full, the place was having a good night. Tom wanted to go three games but I was done at two. Riley and I watched Trevor and Tom play one more. With just two people the game goes fast.

When we got home Tom was still ready for more. He and the boys went up to the torn up game room to watch a movie. I, on the other hand, had been ready for bed for a while. I slept like a rock exhausted by a full day of activities.

We are hoping to go to the local beach, to watch the ships come up the river with any luck, for a BBQ today but the rains have come again. I'll take an umbrella. I do love the beach rain or shine.

I got the call on my flooring. It will be delivered Tuesday between 9 and noon. I am so excited.