Oh god. People are actually going to see me golf. I forgot that this was a sport I have to play in public. And as much as I imagine myself being a good player... I'm really not.
"Sure?"
And there it was. I was going to play in the Ladies Night League on Thursdays. On the big course.
Thankfully, I had my dear friend Jannet (pronounced 'Jeanette') who also agreed to join and is also facing her first year as a legit member. We can't say that we have never been on the course, but we lack the skills to make this game look easy. We also enjoy walking as exercise, and let's just say we get lots of walking in.
Our first Thursday was a meet and greet dinner, where we enjoyed a delicious supper and drinks at the Country Club (sounds posh, eh?... but I can say that now!) and met the ladies we would be screaming "FORE!" at later. There was a brief chat and discussion about rules and handicaps (and other words I had to write down to ask the "Coach" aka. hubby, about later) and different fun events that would be held through the summer.
As I looked around the room I was seeing some serious golfers and after an award for a "Hole in One" was handed out from last year's Ladies Night, I felt a slight twinge of nervousness. I looked a Jannet and she had the same look of, "Oh, crap. What have we gotten ourselves into?" We were completely fine with wasting our own time, chasing a ball all over hell's half acre, but to drag a stranger on that long and frustrating journey? These poor, poor women. They have no idea.
Then the entertainment started.
A Zumba instructor was shimmying and shaking herself between tables trying to encourage us out of our seats. I've been to parties where the host is in a panic because no one is dancing and I volunteer to to "Get This Party Started" and proceed to awkwardly dance alone until someone takes pity and joins me. This involves a lot of alcohol, which I had not consumed nearly enough to dance in front of a bunch of lady golfers, whom I could potentially take out the next time I swing a club.
One woman starting swaying in her seat and Mrs. Zumba tried to get her up to no avail. We all chuckled through the awkwardness and then one woman called across the table and the music, to another sitting next to Jannet, "Why don't you get up and dance?!"
More chuckles, but the lady that was sitting next to Jannet didn't smile. She stared right back at the other woman, too a sip of her vodka/cran and said,
"When I dance, my clothes come off."
I think I'm going to like this Ladies Night.
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