Well, the trip has come and gone and was relatively uneventful. We left here about 6:45 Thursday, a solid hour and half late. We rolled into Venice about 4:15-4:30 after only two stops the entire way. Not too bad other than the 10 minutes in Venice driving around as I had not been there in a while and its flat, we were worn out and it was quite dark. Got a little confused but found the street I needed and all was good. Friday was pretty tame. Walked a couple holes after we finally got going about 3:30 in the afternoon and had dinner with my grandfather. Good seafood and watched a huge storm roll in off the gulf over the Charlotte Harbor.
Saturday we had 18 holes in by 12:30. Can’t beat riding 18 without a tee time for 23 bucks. Green were freshly airriated but that was the only actually course drawback. Lots of water though. Between the two of us we tested the depth of most ponds, the hardness of several roofs and the integrity of a couple patio screens. The pro shop liked us as we had to restock for our 18 on Sunday. Another round of walk on and play.
The weather was nice. Hot but we had the pool. Believe it or not we never actually hit the beach though we went out up at Siesta Key Saturday night prior to hitting the strip club. It was all nude, but took us an hour to get a chair and no dances were had. Had dinner with my grandfather again on Sunday evening. Not getting to watch the end of the PGA was upsetting. Part of the timing on travel was set up because of that. We did watch a good amount of the tourney between our own golf, sleeping, and eating. We tried to catch the end of it Monday morning coming back. Found a sports bar that opened for lunch. Made it inside prior to Phil’s chip and putt but the moron wouldn’t listen when we told him to flip it to CBS. He claimed the Price is Right was on because they hadn’t updated the preview guide channel. We saw the trophy presentation and replays on ESPNnews while we ate. He bitched that we made him change the channel because he is a moron and couldn’t get it changed back afterwards. He should be glad the hottest chic we saw on the trip happened to be our waitress at lunch, well, next to the fat black woman in a red pickup on 77 in Columbia that Poot gave the muffaletta sign too.
Oh, and we had the god awfullest tea from the Blythewood Bojangles coming back.
Trip Stats: over 1400 miles logged, nearly 24 hrs in the Jeep, 14+ CD’s in their entirety, 1 happy grandfather, two rested company slaves, a few harassed water creatures and a pissed off fat black lady.
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So, it was Poot, You, and who on the trip?
That was it.
Deez Nuts was there
Now Wha has to do the Deez Nuts dance. And yes, the muffaletta has now become an official term it seems folks.
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