Different Kind Of Weekend
This weekend had the dubious distinction of being one of the few weekends in the past year and change that Nina and I have not slept in the same house; an event that always comes with mixed emotions. While I am never happy about going to sleep when she's not around it's also nice when we both have plans with friends or family and those plans just don't happen to be the same. The occasional for this particular separation was a Jack and Jill (pre-wedding thing) and a grandmother's 90th(!) birthday on my side and a Bachelorette Party on Nina's side.
So after having been reminded of the fact that a two-hour drive by yourself really kind of sucks sometimes, I was back home and among family again. I won't drag out all the boring details of the weekend, but it was an overall success, mitigated slightly by my aversion to large parties where I don't know half the people. Fortunately I got enough food and soda in me to get over that (for the most part) and I enjoyed myself. I got to play horseshoes for the first time in my life. As it turns out, I'm very bad at horseshoes. But hey it's fun to laugh at.
The highlight of my weekend was probably Sunday morning, when Michael (cousin), Josh, and I went golfing at the Ellington par three. Jeremiah was going to come but Danielle's family had an event one town over that morning so he had to skip (it was a busy weekend for everybody). Mike is a pretty good golfer (career highlight a 180-yard eagle at the St. Andrew's), I have mere hours of golfing experience, and Josh has slightly less, so a par three seemed like a good choice. We had a really good time and we were all happy with our scores. Everyone of course made some bad shots and a couple of good ones, but the net result was high satisfaction all around. I believe I got a 41, with par being 27, which puts me at a little worse than one over par per hole, which for my first real attempt at a round of golf is one hundred percent acceptable.
But anyway it's late and I'm rambling, and I'm pretty sure the only thing more boring for most people than watching golf on TV is reading about it on the internet, so I'll leave it off here and wait for Nina to get back from the city.
So after having been reminded of the fact that a two-hour drive by yourself really kind of sucks sometimes, I was back home and among family again. I won't drag out all the boring details of the weekend, but it was an overall success, mitigated slightly by my aversion to large parties where I don't know half the people. Fortunately I got enough food and soda in me to get over that (for the most part) and I enjoyed myself. I got to play horseshoes for the first time in my life. As it turns out, I'm very bad at horseshoes. But hey it's fun to laugh at.
The highlight of my weekend was probably Sunday morning, when Michael (cousin), Josh, and I went golfing at the Ellington par three. Jeremiah was going to come but Danielle's family had an event one town over that morning so he had to skip (it was a busy weekend for everybody). Mike is a pretty good golfer (career highlight a 180-yard eagle at the St. Andrew's), I have mere hours of golfing experience, and Josh has slightly less, so a par three seemed like a good choice. We had a really good time and we were all happy with our scores. Everyone of course made some bad shots and a couple of good ones, but the net result was high satisfaction all around. I believe I got a 41, with par being 27, which puts me at a little worse than one over par per hole, which for my first real attempt at a round of golf is one hundred percent acceptable.
But anyway it's late and I'm rambling, and I'm pretty sure the only thing more boring for most people than watching golf on TV is reading about it on the internet, so I'll leave it off here and wait for Nina to get back from the city.
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