Taking a much needed vacation, Liz and I went down to Cape May, NJ, last week, and enjoyed several days in the sun. We chilled on the beach, crashed around in the ways, ate well and played … miniature golf.
Liz and I were down at Cape May last year, and in a heated battle to the very end–Liz even nailed a [i]hole-in-one[/i]–on the 12th hole–I squeaked out a one-stroke victory in a sudden death round. Well fought, but a sweet win.
Naturally, Liz was hankering for a rematch, whichTaking a much needed vacation, Liz and I went down to Cape May, NJ, last week, and enjoyed several days in the sun. We chilled on the beach, crashed around in the ways, ate well and played … miniature golf.
Liz and I were down at Cape May last year, and in a heated battle to the very end–Liz even nailed a [i]hole-in-one[/i]–on the 12th hole–I squeaked out a one-stroke victory in a sudden death round. Well fought, but a sweet win.
Naturally, Liz was hankering for a rematch, which I was more than happy to provide.
And things went just as well as I hoped. Only the opposite.
It wasn’t that Liz beat me, she crushed me. An all-out shellacking. For the 18 hole-course, she beat me by ten strokes. Count ’em, ten strokes, including sinking not one, but [i]two[/i] holes-in-one, both on the back nine.
$#@!
So now I’ll have to wait until next year to try and scrape my miniature golf manhood off the floor …
