Memories, Posterity, and Why I Rule!

Posted on September 18th, 2008 by admin

I realize that the title may sound a bit random. But isn’t PLSF random? I don’t like to be pigeon-holed OK!!

My boyfriend, T, is a mini-golf fanatic. I don’t really know what it is about the silly game that reaches out to him. The neon golf balls? The “interesting” courses? The fact that he’s not that great at real golf but enjoys the idea of the sport? The big breasted teenage employees? I can’t pin point it. All I know is that he thoroughly enjoys it.

In our small, Michigan hometown there is a mini-golf/bowling place. It’s was basically the only thing to do for fun and it’s something that we probably did ten times during the summer. But it wasn’t that great of a course and then a few years ago the bowling alley burned down and took part of the course with it. But…it was something to do.

I have never really been that crazy about mini-golf. It was just something to do with friends that was fun and cheap. I don’t consider myself to be skilled in the sport of golf (mini or full size). I would usually start off the game with the intent of concentrating and actually trying but by the 4th hole I was over it. I would just give up and not care about the rest of the game. Sometimes I’d get a lucky shot or two but I really could care less about mini-golf. And I don’t know if it’s so much the game as it is the actual course that draws T into the “sport.” He likes discovering new courses and seeing what they have to offer. We’ve yet to come across one of those really good courses. You know, like the one in Billy Madison. The ones we find are usually lame and run down.

When we lived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (for college) we frequently visited the lone mini-golf course. It wasn’t that spectacular but the location was great. It was right on the Soo Locks ship channel. So at least you could watch the big ships go by during the game. When T moved to Houston, he expected to find multiple mini-golf courses. And since Houston was such a “big city” he knew they would be cool ones. But to this day….we have yet to find a mini-golf course in this City. We got excited when we found one near the downtown area until we realized that it was shut down. And covered in graffiti. A few months later T discovered this indoor mini-golf course at a nearby strip mall. It was like glow in the dark golf or something. We tried to go….shut down. Come on Houston! There’s gotta be one here somewhere.

After this whole hurricane Ike deal I remembered the ONLY mini-golf place that we’ve visited since moving to Texas. It’s in Galveston! I suppose I should say that it was in Galveston. I’m sure it’s destroyed as it was right on the seawall.

Remember this picture….

Yes…that weird penis picture. I think I showed you this during a post about my attempts at funky photography. This isn’t funky. It’s just…strange. It’s actually part of Hole 1, appropriately titled ’Texas Fire Ant.’

We visited this with T’s Mom and Sis when they were here on vacation a while back. I know that his Mom and Sis didn’t really want to go mini-golfing, but T insisted. Like ’4-year’ old insisted. AKA: He probably would have thrown a tantrum had we not agreed to go mini-golfing.

He takes his mini-golf seriously. He’s always in it to win it.

But he didn’t win it…..

I DID!

Score Card

As you can clearly see, J (that’s me!) won. By a lot.

T came in at second, but I won. By a lot. His Mom and Sis didn’t do too bad either. But I still won.

By a lot!

I was sorting through the massive amount of crap that I have stuck on my fridge (I’m in a decluttering phase) and noticed that I had kept the score card. For bragging rights only. So for posterity and proof that I don’t always suck at mini-golf, I wanted to plaster it on my blog. For all eternity. Now I can throw the actual card away without having to worry about T somehow forgetting how bad I beat him at mini-golf.

And I sure did beat him! By a lot!

And I will bid my farewells to Galveston’s Magic Carpet Golf. Although I do think that the strange golf thingies were made of concrete. So they are either survived Ike and are still in place at the course or some lucky person ended up with a giant red penis in their backyard.