Okay. I took one step closer to being a Yuppie today and I'm not proud of myself I can tell you. I arranged a mini golf outing for work (meaning 12 golfers not mini-golf) and went to kick it off with the lunch, etc. It turned out that we had a few cancellations and two no-shows so we ended up with one foursome and one threesome (these terms still make me giggle - proof that I am not quite yet a grown up). Since I was already there and rocking my khakis they asked if I'd hit with the threesome. Always the affable sort, I readily agreed and soon found myself - wait for it - golfing.
That's right, moi.
And I'm not terribly sure how I feel about this. On the one hand I had a great time, didn't hit too badly and felt like I got some exersize. On the other hand, it's not a passtime I can afford, nor is it one that I have time for. Also, it's golf. I just don't think of myself as a golfer.
Anyhoot, we had a nice day with great weather and I'm pretty happy. Exhausted, but happy.