
It is a lovely Thursday morning and many weeks since I have blogged......to all of my two readers....I know how you have been waiting...and I am finally here to entertain all. I have done absolutely nothing entertaining except my work golf tournament (don't get excited I DONT golf). I was asked to man a 'hole' for carity (sounds wrong all in itself) 7th hole of the Hidden Vally Country Club in Draper. All that know me know I don't travel past Murray (sisters houes, or it won't even be that far, moto for me, if you can't get it in Bountiful you don't need it) so this was sooooo far away. Well, who knew there was a 'dress code'? I asked what to wear four time the week prior, no straight answer. So, I wore these really cute LEVI capries, and a even cuter baby doll shirt. I thought I looked hot. I finally get there after exploring the surrounding neighborhoods trying to find the 'effin enterance. I than walk up to the front of the Country club with all eyes on me (I thought that I was so hot no one could look away) NOT. I was right away told that no LEVIS were aloud and all shirts needed a collar. WHAT? I must go change. Well, since I live in North Salt Lake, and driving home would be out of the question in morning traffic, my best option was to buy new clothes. I was 'a little' pissed to say the least, this information would have been helpful last week one of the FOUR time I asked. Note to all the two people reading...... Not a lot of places are open at 7:30 that you can buy clothes at, nope, not ANY. I wandered around aimlessly for a half hour until I found the Super Walmart. I proceeded to buy cream color capries, a guys pink polo shirt and a brand new pack of white underwear (Underwear you ask? Yes, that day I was wearing BLACK underwear, not a good look on a golf course with cream colored capries on. If I was a hooker the looked would have worked, since I was manning a HOLE, but not at this upscale Country Club). I had to change my clothes in the bathroom of Walmart, visual that should be really thought about when I told you I had to buy underwear. Finally get back about 8:30, and head to my 'hole' which took five minutes on the golf cart. It actually was fun until they told me I had to pay for my own lunch....WTF? I politely said no thank you, becasue the alternative answer would have been as follows, are you 'effin' kidding me? After the fun was over I quickly got the hell out of there and promised myself that the Counrty Club life was not for me.