We’ve decided that since I don’t teach on Wednesdays in the summer, that Wednesday will be “date night.”
G recruits every weekend, so Saturdays and Sundays will find her in a sack chair with a clipboard watching terrible high school softball, while I sit home and binge watch Property Brothers.
So we’ve decided that every Wednesday we will take turns planning “Date Night.”
Today was the first one. Her date to plan.
The morning started off with us training together with Vince. Then we stopped at Night and Day for a coffee, and then it was home to our separate work.
I holed up for 3 hours with the book. She mowed and did other housework.
At 3 we took off for Corning. First stop: Driving Range.
I have not swung a golf club in YEARS. How many years? 6? 7? 8?
So we took drivers and split a bucket of balls. Her drives were things of beauty: straight and high and long. (She is a really good golfer.)
My first few drives almost beaned the cars parked in the lot behind me. But then I settled in and a few went straight. Not far, but the balls started to have a nice arc.
My form isn’t bad:
Then, after we warmed up on the range, it was on to the main event: The blood sport of Mini Golf.
The greens were lightning fast on some holes, and super slow on others. A bunch of boys and their babysitter let us play through, but not before telling us that if we got a hole in one on the last hole, we got a free ice cream.
I told them we were playing for beer. The babysitter gave me a look.
It was neck and neck for awhile, but in the end, she won. I took it very seriously, though.
It was fine. Nice ambiance, weird, but not bad little menu. They need to invest in proper stemware, though. G’s IPA came in this:
Any ideas would be welcome.