Alice... check.. Lemur... check.. Dagenator...check..Grand Par... check.. thats a fours...Gazebo... check!.. Thats a fivesome!. Race to the border is on.. snow's not here het.. and despite the forecast.. the currant bun(sun to you non-cockney readers) is out.. a little.. oh yes.. and its blowing a farce-ten gale.
Gazebo, Alice and Lemur chat with the very long-stached fellow in the club house who showed pride in the course late opening, recalling 180 golfers playing on Christmas day 2 years ago. Grand Par and Dagenator still not arrived...
Over to Captain Dag for an account of their tardiness... Dag???
Well, I arranged with Grand Par that I would call him as I approached his residence (I was picking him up – fortuitously, it turns out). Well, I made the call, and after several rings… the muffled, somewhat befuddled and sleep-mumbled voice of Grand Mar can be heard on the line: “…hello..?”. At which point, my heart sinks and I meekly ask: “umm, err, could I speak to Richard, please?” Grand Mar makes a game effort at responding: “umm Richard mumble mumble um Golfing today mumble um mumble”.
At which point, I’m thinking to myself: “ohfuckohfuckohfuck! I’ve just woken up Mandy/Grand Mar/Mrs Bos!” Always the cool cucumber, I calmly responded: “I am soooo sorry for waking you up, I thought this was his mobile, I do apologize, please go back to sleep, I’ll never do it again, Oh God what have I done.” Then, again calmly, I hung up.
I then realized that I hadn’t really understood a word Grand Mar had said, I had not told her I was waiting downstairs, and I wasn’t even sure whether Richard had forgotten about our arrangement and had already left without me. So I milled around, hoping that I had caught him while he was in the shower. And I waited. And I waited. Every so often, I would glance over at my GPS to confirm that yes, my arrival time at the course was creeping closer and closer to our 8:30 start time. Just as I was giving up hope, I saw a shadowy figure, carrying a bag, hustling through the lobby of the apartment building. Wearing shorts.
Well, it turns out that someone had incorrectly set someone’s blackberry alarm (something about a 5-day vs 7-day alarm setting – whatever.) Considering he was woken up from a sound sleep, that Grand Par managed to get downstairs in roughly 12 minutes with his kit was quite impressive.
Thanks Dagenator... The TGA fair play committee feel you overdid it. you shoudl have made him walk....back to the account.
Another forgetable round for Lemur.. didnt even record the score.. but bathing in the golfing fellowship that is the TGA tour, it doesn't matter.. (it does.. sob.. I was a bag of sh...)
The scores didn't matter.. the fun did... and some Krupnik on the 7th, 11th, and 16th holes.. it was allllll good.
Gazebo had the highlight of the round. His tee shot didn't quite stay on the fairway...didn't quite stay on the hole...didn't quitestay in the course.. didn't quite stay in the country !!!.. YUP.. Gazebo smuggled a trust Callaway south of the border thanks to his drive.. Lemur attempts to deliberately send a ceremonial ball directly in the same direction..and tops it.. hope noone saw that !.
The round finished, and the chaps concluded that this could be the end of the TGA Tour for 2009.
Indeed it was...
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