Or, to rephrase, my first round of the season didn't suck much, as tradition dictates.
Aske has those two buddies from CMU and they all wanted to go golfing, so I decided to sacrifice my fencing practice and get my first round instead. Getting reassured that none of the players was significantly better or worse than the rest, I went shopping to buy a top and glove that coordinate my new shoes, (hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do) and after some socializing on Saturday we set the alarm for the asscrack of dawn, Sunday morning. Church is not an option anyway.
It was better than my 1st round of the year... that's for sure...
Alarm goes off and my teeth don't hurt much (i'm in the process of a root canal and I clench my teeth when I sleep, which can result in some very interesting pain in the morning), so we set up the clean/regroove factory in the guest bathroom and in 15 minutes we're ready to go. We have a tee time for 9:50 and no traffic to worry about. The weather is just splendid. 25oC and constantly sunny with the occasional breeze.
Aske's friends meet us shortly and off we start.
I hate the first hole of Meadowink. It has water on its left and ugly nasty treeses on the right. I sacrificed a ball (one of the good Precept ones, dammit!) in said water, but from there and on it went rather good.
only a dead straight drive with good height will play. definitely not good for a course where there's no practice tees.
(great place otherwise)
Which meant basically: Good but not very long tee shots, very good thee wood, decent irons (I did hit a killer PW approach), miraculous hybrid crap (ask Aske to tell you about what I did on 18) and very good (since last season) short game, with no real chip skulling. Yay. Putting was okayish, I still can't read putts while wearing my prescription sunglasses, but w'out them I suffer on the course, so I don't mind compromising.
the hybrid she hit had to, and did, thread through about a 3 foot wide tree gap to get to the green. it was awesome
I told Aske that he should drag his sorry ass here and post about his round, which he'll do. He has been rather busy and not in a postarific mood, but he'll be back, as it is my will and order. In short, he had a pretty good round too. He has the scorecard in his pocket, as well. I am positive I didn't scare his friends away and that they won't mind playing with someone that uses a different tee box than them.
well the scorecard is in the car
