As a few of you know, I'm heading to St. George, Utah, a golf mecca, ( was that too many commas?) for a golf weekend. Much deserved from my standpoint.
I haven't played there since the late 80's. I was going to go to Phoenix but I'll keep this short. A couple of other people became involved and so St. George it is. One of the guys was a golf superintent there and we supposedly are going to have cheap golf. I say "supposedly" because he bailed. He was our in! Now he's not coming along? He made all the tee times so I hope he has some pull. Otherwise, well, I'll be a little bent.
Here's the deal. When I travel, one of the things required is that my hotel has a bar. Of the 32 hotels in St. George, none have a lounge. You read that right. Zero bars in any hotel. I can handle that if the golf is still discounted. If it's not, then Mike will have a lot to answer for. Like and old fashioned St. Mary's "meet you at the flagpole" beating.
It's in the heart of Mormon country I know. But really? Not one lounge in a hotel? I thought we lived in America.
My gear is packed. My work is done. Tomorrow will be like a paid day off. We leave at 4 PM. I've said it before and I'll say it again, everyone should work with my on Friday. I can't be brought down. If you think that is good, work with me on the day before I leave for vacation. I'm happier than an albino in the shade. Or as Jimmy says "happier than a dog with two peters." Just happy.
Safe journeys to you (and to me) til then.
Chip
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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Enjoy enjoy. As much as one can enjoy silly golf. NOT playing golf is how I rebelled in my family.
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