Saturday, June 21, 2008

Makin' Like Tiger Woods

So Thursday was the annual Nailor golf tournament. As we all know, I'm in no way a golfer. Much like with the baseball, I have issues with the golf. I have no issues, however, with the drinking. :)

Last year, A came up for the tournament, and I golfed with him, Cin, and a customer Cin golfs with every year. We had a good time…mostly because it was really nice to see my friend, and I was excited to have him up in Canada. I don't really remember us falling over laughing…but we had a good time regardless. Or, rather, I had a good time regardless. Don't want to speak for others, after all. :p

This time around it was one of my cousins, BILL, and BILL’s bro (who, will hereafter be known as MFCB (My Favorite Canadian Boy)). All of them were awesome, no question…but I’ve just hung out with BILL a lot more…I know him better. I was really happy that I got the opportunity to hang with my cousin and MFCB as well. At the risk of sounding lame and super girly, it felt like I was hanging out with the old crew in High School.

Dirty jokes, clean jokes, dumbass moves, clever observations…we had it all. Oh…yeah, there was also some golfing. More so for the boys than me, though. The funniest moment definitely came when the ladies longest drive hole came up, and it was decided I would win. Yes, it was a group effort. I can’t—it seems—do anything without direction. (Must be all those years of theatre…)

Thursday was definitely one of the most fun times I’ve ever had working. (Or should I say “working”?) I don't think I could have laughed more. I literally feel like I reached maximum laughing capacity. There was so much of the laughing, that my throat is all sorts of messed up and my abs look fantastic.

There were, of course, not great aspects. For instance, if one more person asked me what I thought about my Dad’s GF, I was going to have to kill them. Who asks a child of divorce that? Honestly? Look, I know my mother is amazing. Trust me, I am in no way unclear on that issue. I practically spearheaded that issue. Still, my father is allowed to find happiness with someone else…just like she’s doing.

Also…why is it that men of a certain age seem to think it’s totally okay to kiss on the lips? It’s not. If you’re not sleeping with me, there is no kissing on the lips, capiche?

With that out of the way, even some of the difficult/weird/not fun stuff had a way of being really…well…kinda funny.

Like when a customer urgently suggested I do whatever possible to hook up with BILL (HA!), or—if not BILL—than MFCB, at least. I’m like, wow…I do believe you’re trying to pimp me out to two brothers. That’s both slightly bizarre and insanely hysterical.

I did mention there was alcohol involved, yes? Right, well, suffice it to say that I was drunk enough (when I got home) to accidentally put my phone in the freezer. Shut up. I was hungry and the server people took my food away from me before I had more than three bites. Stop laughing, all of you. Don’t make me bring up incidents where all of you have done crazy drunken things.

That’s right, that’s what I thought. Moving on…

I’ve got a bunch of people coming by the house tomorrow. Unfortunately, I don’t think any of the golf crew are going to be able to go, but that’s how it goes…and I’ll have fun regardless. Beyond that, I’ve got some more edits to deal with, so I think I’m going to go do that, rather than continuing to ramble on here.

Love ya’ll!

Quote of the Moment: "I'm sorry, my brain is kinda on pause right now."
Soundtrack of the Moment: Reliant K, Sadie Hawkins Dance
TV/Movie Quote: Happy Gilmore:You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go home? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your home? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!

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