am on the train home... tonight is a night of rest... going to attempt to hit the driving range in the morning... then I have a parade meeting that I really don't want to go to at about 12:30. I have to check my clubs... they've been in my car all winter. my glove may be all mangled. my old glove I had was all ratty after sitting in the pocket of the bag for a week last summer (of course it may have been eaten away from me being unemployed and hitting between 150-200 golfballs every day for a month... ) I really need to get out there. sunday it's supposed to snow (it figures.)
when I get home i'll upload the st pat's photos... so after I yapped with the RHB I forgot that peewee called him back and was yammering on to him. god only knows what he was saying back...
the plastic paddy that we were hanging with was a swell egg - who I may have offended right off the bat when I said I "recognized him by his fine round irish head"
I think peewee smoothed over my faux pas by saying "no no... to erin that's her highest compliment. round headed boys are her 'thing'" - which you all know is quite true... in fact, in my 22 years of dating, a round head trumps a red head any day. a red head with a round head is like a royal flush to me... the holy grail, if you will.
just called the RHB up north and left a message that wasn't laced with beer and cider... yes I was drinking magner's last night. which I can only drink once my tastebuds have become numb.
on that note, I have to switch trains at The Branch now.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
