Breakfast in the clubhouse
Posted in Around the time I asked for my wife’s hand in marriage I was talking to my parents. “What does her father do?” they asked. “I think he’s a doctor.” (Turns out I was wrong about that, he’s the CEO of a medical practice…) “Sfppppptttttt” was my dad’s response as he spit out his coffee. I don’t think they liked the idea of me marrying outside of their comfortable middle class.
So I think it’s pretty funny that my dad and I are heading to Chateau Elan on Thursday morning for a round of golf. We’ve played golf together plenty of times, as it’s the one thing we have in common right now, but we usually play at courses where we carry our own bags and a cart isn’t even an option. This is going to be something completely different to the point that we both bought new golf shoes so we wouldn’t stand out! Granted, my golf sandals would look a bit funny in November, but I can’t think of the last time that I’ve given my attire this much thought.
I’ll report back after our round. I’m sure we’ll play horribly, but that’s not really news worthy. Being in a fancy schmancy place and possibly rubbing elbows with well known baseball players (it’s Phil Neikro’s charity tournament) is definitely a rare experience for me.
