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The Par 3 course


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The cherry blossoms were amazing.  Posted by Hello See old Comments | See old Trackbacks

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I apologize to everyone for dropping off the face of the earth this week, I have been in Augusta for the Masters. I have not been taking very good care of my blog, and I promise in the future to do better. Now that I have a new computer and no more long trips I will be able to get my act together and post on a more regular basis. Also, I will be spending a lot of time in the library, and some how or another I’m sure I will need a good distraction. I will post a couple of pictures from the practice rounds – we didn’t take that many, but they were the prettiest days – pre mud days – before the course started to smell like a zoo. In other news, I watched Finding Neverland today, and it was a wonderful film. I love Jonny Depp. A lot. And Peter Pan is one of my favorite stories of all time. And I hate Michael Jackson for tainting the name Neverland through the naming of his sick ranch. It is a beautiful story and James M. Barrie was a genius. I love in the movie when he encourages Peter to write. I think everyone should write more – it is such a therapeutic and healthy habit – less of a hangover and it is fun to create something that wasn’t in existence until you put it onto paper. Also, imagination is something that is taught, I was taught to imagine from my parents and others, but also largely through books. L’Engle, Barrie, L.M. Montgomery, C.S. Lewis, F.H. Burnett, and many others contributed to forming my imagination as a young child. I count my imagination as one of my most treasured possessions and I am eternally indebted to these gifted writers. I promise to do better from now on, I hope everyone had an awesome week. See old Comments | See old Trackbacks

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One of my most favorite places in the world is the hill at the augusta national on #6 and #16. I can’t say I have strong feelings about #6 as a hole, but I really, really, really, love #16. I just found this article about skipping on the pond at #16, and it made me want to call home and see what the chances are that I can go the practice round on tuesday. I haven’t been to a practice round since high school. But I need to get a grip on reality and remember that I am in law school and the least I can do is wait until wednesday to head home. GRIP ON REALITY. But while we are straying from reality, I also want to share with y’all this article from ESPN.com last year. This is why I love the hill at #6. It is a place where you can see everyone you ever knew, regardless of whether you wanted to or not. Good thing for the concession stand. Is today wednesday? One week! Six Hill – by Brian Murphy "Have any of you ever been to the Masters? For the lucky few, you know what I’m talking about when I’m talking about Six Hill. The downslope of the No. 6 par-3 features a grassy knoll that would make Zapruder drool with envy. You chill on the grass, and you can watch the par-3 No. 6, the par-3 No. 16 and even the green of the par-5 No. 15. It’s possibly the greatest seat in sports. What a scene, too. One of the more underplayed sociological demographics in this country is the Wealthy, Genteel Southerner. Too often, we deride the South for its gun racks, or its lack of dental hygiene. But the Rich Boys of the South? That’s a thing. They crawl all over Six Hill. It’s the hottest spot in the South during the Masters. Genetically-superior babes in tight tops and short skirts roam the grass, usually on the arm of a trust-funder in his early 20s. You know these guys: Ralph Lauren polos; University of Georgia baseball caps, well-worn; and a bloodline that includes a great-grandfather who invented the paper clip, which provides for the summer mansion on Sea Island. What a scene! Coming from San Francisco, the only times I’ve seen so many people on grass were the old Grateful Dead New Year’s Eve shows at the Oakland Coliseum. Best part about Six Hill: If you get seduced by the sun and lay down, a Pinkerton comes by and, in essence, applies a stun gun to the ribs. You gotta love Augusta National. Fearing Six Hill will look like a Greyhound station at midnight, they hire Pinkertons to roust hobos like me if we dare try to grab some shut-eye. " See old Comments | See old Trackbacks

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quotes from last week

“Who’s that on the wall?” _David
“That? That’s Dwight Eisenhower”_jennifer

“So, was Bobby Jones a pretty good golfer?”-David

“Now, what do those numbers mean?”_David (on the pairing sheet)

“Sometimes, if I’m in a hurry, I take it and throw it in the
dryer” Travers (about his hair)

“Word”-one guess

“He thinks he’s Master DJ of life” (jennifer, about her terrible
guest)

“My wife has to be athletic, so I could never marry someone
from the South” David

“Hey look everybody, it’s Don Johnson” Chad

“JR is so hot” everyone

“This place is like Disneyland.” David Swift

“She walked up to me and yelled, ‘She found her panties!'” – Robbie (Howard spit his wine out at this point) (the reference to Tricia lost panties of Saturday night)

“I write the date on them to see how long they last” – Trav
“What is the Z for?” – Libby
“The Z is just a letter.” – Trav
“Is it always Z?” – Libby
“No, sometimes it R or S or T.” – Trav
“Oh.” – Libby
“Tell us what the point of the letter is, I know there is a point.” – Charlsie
“So I can keep the pair together and I don’t end up with a drawer full of mismatched socks.” – Trav (obvious reason)
“Do you have a stamp?” – Libby
“No, I use a big magic marker.” – Trav (to Katie, Libby and Charlsie on why he has writing on his socks

“I thought the true test of whether someone was metro-sexual was if they used hair products.” – Libby
“Have you ever seen my dad’s hair look any different than it does right now, EVER?” – Charlsie
“No, but I thought he just woke up like that.” – Libby
“He wishes” – Charlsie
“Oh.” – Libby

“We are following Tiger.” Jennifer (muttered under breath, obviously ashamed)

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last thoughts….

So, some last thoughts on last week, things to clear up.
Allison, Elizabeth, Libby and I distinguished quasi-boyfriend and pseudo-boyfriend in a late night snacking session, and I would like to share for all of those who were not present. a QUASI-boyfriend is a half way boyfriend, a boy who is possibly on his way to being a boyfriend, but not there yet.(not to be confused with): a PSEUDO-boy, which is a boy who you have totally imagined to be your boyfriend, or who conversely, a boy who has totally imagined that you are his girlfriend. The guy you have a crush on and talk about as your boyfriend, or the guy you hang out with all the time who you wish was your boyfriend, these are pseudo-boyfriends. and you know what? a pseudo-boyfriend doesn’t even have to know what your name is, as long as you imagine that ya’ll are dating, that is all that matters.
A quasi-boyfriend has some more stringent requirements. You need to have gone out on a date with him, or at least spent a good bit of time with him (the next morning, boys you just randomly hook up with that don’t call you ever are still pseudo-boyfriends). A real date isn’t required for a quasi-boyfriend, but an occasional sober phone call, a ride home, etc, will suffice. Also, you need to have made out with the boy for him to be quasi, if you have been on a few dates with him and you haven’t made out, still not a quasi, because either you don’t like him, or he doesn’t like you and things are going to end soon.
(both of these should not be confused with a platonic boyfriend, although platonic boyfriends and pseudo-boyfriends can look very similar. a platonic boyfriend is a boy you spend as much time as you do your girl friends. and this is alone time, you and the boy do stuff together, just the two of you, like get ice cream, go running, cook dinner, talk on the phone, etc. things you would do with your roommate, but instead you do with your platonic boyfriend. And for whatever reason, you and platonic boyfriend don’t hook up, at all, beyond cuddling when you watch movies. platonic boyfriends are much more dangerous than pseudo-boyfriends, and should be handled with care. platonic boyfriend relationships usually fall apart when one or the other starts dating someone else, which can be devastating. if you survive one of you dating someone else, AND you live in the same town, then he was never your boyfriend and is probably your brother.)

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so back to the week….

Friday morning we woke up regretting the champagne we drank, but getting excited. It worked out where Elizabeth and Allison would have tickets in the morning, and I used Kate’s badge (she couldn’t go), and then Travers’s two friends would use the badges in the afternoon. since I am the only one that can use Kate’s badge, cause it has her name on it, but my middle name being Kate makes it all work out, I ended up being the tour guide for travers’s friends.

A & E and I got out there around 10:30 after a trip to bojangles, and we were suppose to meet JR at 10 on the 2 green, but we went by there just to see if he was still there, and guess what, he was. So we walked around trying to find somewhere that we could see some quality golf, and decided to stop on the fifth green, and we watched a bunch of people come through.

Then I had to leave A & E in the hands of JR, because I was suppose to eat lunch with my aunt and uncle, Lynn and Hamp, and my cousin Natalie. Hamp’s dad is a member, Lynn is my mom’s younger sister, and Natalie thinks she and I are the same person, just different ages. she is so cute, I love hanging out with her. We ate with the Irish Golf Association, they gave me a shamrock pin and bought me a drink (lemonade and vodka, they were out of cherry juice).

JR gave A & E a tour of the rest of the course and I met back up with them after lunch and a drink with Jennifer and her family. We also hung out with Chad, who is such a dear, love Chad. We also chatted with Emily and Brad. and some other people hanging around the ropes. With a quick trip to the pro shop for A & E, they went to switch out with Stuart and Shay. JR and I met back with with Stuart and Shay at 6 and 16, and had a blast while we all made fun of each other and walked around trying to get enough beer before they stopped serving. then we went back up to 18 to watch Arnie come through for the last time. Shed a tear, he is so cute. took a long time for him to come through. fought the crowd and made it back to travers house, then got a ride to JR’s car, trying to get to my house so my mom wouldn’t kill me for staying on the course for so long. called my house, libby said my mom wasn’t mad, but was afraid I was going to come home, I think she used the word “slammed”. I told her I wasn’t slammed, and that I would be home soon.

We stopped by the country club to get a velvet hammer, ran into a bunch of people, got back to my house, got an earful for deserting my friends, changed clothes a bunch of times,(I got badly sunburned, my back mostly). Started on the beer, and the bar-b-q, and had a wonderful party. the only people there were people I wanted to be there, and it was a perfect number of people. plus people came and went so it was really entertaining, never got boring (not that any of my friends are boring).

We closed the night out at the partridge inn, this hotel about 2 blocks from my house that has a bar that opens onto this big porch, and it is a lot of fun if it isn’t too crowded. we shagged to the electric slide, and drank some more beer. big times. I might have been what you would call, “slammed” at this point. Ran into law school friends, and Allison scored a badge for Saturday, which is huge. the rest is a little fuzzy. Emily and I ended up sleeping in the single bed in the basement, both of us in the same bed, and Emily slept in her clothes. Katie slept in my double bed upstairs by herself.

Saturday Kate outdid herself by cooking grits and sausage swirls for breakfast and we took showers and got ready. Allison, having secured a badge from Billy, use the ticket in the morning, and then switched out with Katie for the afternoon. Allision, Jennifer, David, Tommy, Libby and I were dropped off by Emily. Saturday is a bit of a fashion show, it is hard to see a lot of awesome golf, but everyone in augusta is there. so we went to 16 and ate lunch, not that there was golf being played on 16 right then, but whatever.

My mom got me a bloody mary, because I needed a pick-me-up. Chad hung out with us, took care of me and jennifer and Libby, as usual. Started to follow Phil around a bit, but then Allison and I had to go switch out with Katie. Katie and I ran back into my parents on the way back to the course, obtained an azalea from them, and headed back to 16 were golf was being played. decided we should get a beer before they stopped serving, and drank our azaleas rather quickly. ate a few more sandwiches. Stole JR’s visor because I thought it looked cute on me and because I was being blinded by the light, the gucci sunglasses weren’t cutting it.

After watching everyone come through 16, we took the shuttle back to the country club, and Chad took us back to my house. once again, love Chad. Sat on the front porch and drank beer while watching the traffic go by, then jennifer and her crew went home for dinner and Libby and Katie and I went to Nalley Land for dinner. best dinner ever, after we soaked our feet in the swimming pool, heated like a bath tub………

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back to reality

So I have spent the last five days in fantasy land, all in the comfort of my own town. One week out of the year, the whole town of Augusta stops, and turns into fantasy land. it is really fun, very disruptive, and one huge, week-long party. I got home wednesday, Kate, my mom, had already had a couple Azaleas (Lemonade, cherry juice, and vodka)(best lemonade ever) while she was at the par three, and she was ready for us to go party. so we went over to Dale(Kate’s best friend) and Buzzy’s house, which we like to call Nalley-Land, because they have the coolest house ever, and drank wine in the garden with my aunt and uncle, Howard and Jan, and then we ate Lamb and twice baked potatos and sugar-snap peas, then continued drinking.

I learned things I never wanted to know and I’m never hanging out with my parents and their friends by myself anymore, because they think they are teenagers. then we sat on the front porch and watched all the Exxon employees who were sent to augusta a day early to get everything ready for the big dog Exxon people, we watched the lower employees have a huge party before the bosses got there. Then I drove my parents home. Once home, Bella head-butted me, busting my lip open and almost knocking out one of my front teeth. lucky I was a little tipsy, so i didn’t start crying, I passed out.

Thursday, I went out to the tournament with Kate, Howard, Daddy(Trav), Dale and Buzzy, and we ate lunch under the umbrellas at the clubhouse and drank Azaleas. then we walked the course some, but got worried about the rain, and ended up leaving around 3 because it started to rain. Got home, finished cleaning my room, and waited on Elizabeth and Allison to get to my house.

My parents were rushing around, because they were suppose to be at Nalley Land so they could get picked up by the shuttle Howard had set up to take them all out to the National to eat dinner. Allison and Elizabeth showed up right before they left. Trav told me right before he left that if we wanted to go see the American Idols at the Mojeska (this weird, cool bar that is in a building downtown that Trav owns) if we wanted to, so we called Michael (the owner of the bar) and got on the guest list.

A and E and I drank a bottle of champagne while getting dressed and then hit up a few parties before going to the Mojeska, where we danced and missed the American Idols (they left ten minutes before we got there), Libby met us there, and then went to the soul bar to hear the local jam band, Red Belly, and hang out with all the people I knew in high school and college and can’t remember their names, and to be picked up by 35 year olds in town for the tournament who have no idea that a beer only cost $2.50, and can’t believe that they can buy us all drinks and not even spend any money. I think we walked away with $20, and got to drink for free all night.

Back home, we raided the refrigerator until 3 in the morning and laughed. the play-by-play of the rest of the week will have to wait until later……

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the tournament

In response to a post by Ashley, I am going to tell ya’ll about what I have been thinking about lately. I have been thinking about the masters. I have not been talking about it because I get distracted and can’t get back to work. I need to pay attention today and tomorrow so I will feel good about skipping out on school for the rest of the week. but you know what, it isn’t working. I went to Heery’s today, just to make sure there was nothing that I needed to have for this weekend, and guess what, i found some stuff. I was really doing really well with not thinking about the masters until i talked to my mom and she told me that she and my aunt and uncle spent three hours eating lunch and drinking azaleas outside the clubhouse, and ever since I got that mental image in my head, I’ve been worthless. Also, I can watch live coverage of the 16th hole at http://www.masters.org, and since it is the practice round I can watch the players skip the ball on the water. Most of the time it doesn’t make it to the green, but it is still fun to watch. I am also very sad that Palmer is making his last apperance, but I am planning on being there to see him go down in a blaze of glory. Who thinks I am going to get anything done today? I need a vote of confidence. Tomorrow I will post a real list of things I am planning on doing this week, but going through the plans right now will make me too excited and I won’t be able to sit through Coenen’s class…….I love everyone who reads this trash i post.

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