There’s twenty minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. Around 1000h (yesterday), P called JD to and left a message that he wanted to arrange a golf game. JD called right back, and said he was ready any time. P was all dressed and set to go, but I was still in my jammies. P told JD, “I’m all ready, but Lisa’s still…”, JD filled in the blank with, “…in her PJs…” and P followed with, “…but she’s fast–she can be ready in about fifteen minutes.” 😆 Never one to disappoint my fans (heh), I zipped around and got dressed, packed up my camera, grabbed the golf bag and headed out the door. We had to stop for gas and air in the tires, but we still made it to the course before 1030h (which I believe may be some sort of record for “woman getting ready to go somewhere”).
Yesterday was not a good day for either P’s game or JD’s. They restarted their game three (yes, three) times–got to the third or fourth hole and said, “Um, we suck–let’s start over”, and I think we were on the fourteenth hole when P suggested another restart. At first, I thought he was just joking, but when he asked JD whether he had time and JD said he did, I knew he was serious after all. Well, yay–the course is approximately 2.5 miles to walk, and we were on the home stretch. We cut through the woods and started again. I was tired, hungry and had a headache, but I do enjoy seeing them have fun when their games are going well (they’re so cute–like little boys), and this game had not been going well.
The second round went a lot better at first, then P sort of “lost” his arm (not literally!) and his score started to suffer. JD did well (came out one over par), and they both seemed to be having fun. I did think it was getting pretty late, but didn’t bother asking P what time it was until the 17th hole. By then, I wasn’t just hungry and tired, I was ravenous and exhausted, my head hurt even more and my back was aching. My hair was fucked up because it was quickly stuck into a ponytail before we left, then I had to keep putting up my hood so I didn’t get an earache from the wind. Anyway, P said it was two o’clock, and I said, “Um, aren’t we supposed to BE somewhere at two?” He said it would be fine; we’d just sort of sneak in the back.
We usually hang out for a few minutes at the picnic shelter after a game so I can tally the boys’ scores, but we had to get going because of the stupid wedding-farce, and JD had to get going because his wife is less than enthusiastic about his going to play on the weekends in the first place (and we’d played the equivalent of two full rounds). P and I proceeded in no particular rush to the….caboose (jeezus). There were maybe half a dozen people other than SP and DB there, and it turned out that they’d been waiting for us to arrive. Way to sneak in the back, beloved husband and brother of the “blushing bride”! Christ. The caboose was (as one might expect) cramped, dark, dirty, and smelt of oil. The bride and groom were dressed for a trip to the 7-11, and the minister introduced himself as a bishop from…the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Yup, their clergyman was a Mormon even though neither of them is. Well, whatever–he was probably the only one they could get to put on a suit to go stand in a cold, dark, smelly caboose and marry two middle-aged idiots. He nattered on for 20 minutes or so, then pronounced them married and had us all go inside the museum. I took two pictures of them standing in the doorway of the caboose, just so I can send one to people who wouldn’t otherwise believe anyone could come up with such a stupid way to get married. Inside the museum, I chatted for a few minutes with B and his daughter (sweet girl and obviously ADORES her dad, who adores her right back) and introduced myself to M (B’s girlfriend) while P stuck his head into the office where the happy couple (*eyes madly rolling*) were doing the necessary paperwork, told SP that we were heading home, and that was it.
Twenty minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. They owe me.
On a bright note, they did come by afterwards to get some of her junk, and said they’ll be back for the rest on Monday. Fantastic–I’m all ready to move our stuff around and make space in the rest of the house. Space that we should’ve had almost six years ago. 🙂
