St. Andrews is supposedly the birthplace of golf. Therefore, it is only rational that I play golf at least once while I’m here.
Naturally, that means mini golf. And by mini golf, I mean putting. However, I can’t putt. Apparently, my deficiencies draw audiences like my capabilities can’t.
On about the fifth hole, where it had become apparent that I have no idea what to do when it comes to golf, I began doing semi-absurd dances and battle cries in an attempt to unnerve the competition. However, while doing this, I inadvertently drew a group of golfers on their way to the real golf course. They were not impressed enough to invite me to the golf team or whatever it is not-professional but still-good-golfers do in groups together.
I did manage to putt a golf ball through two other groups’ games, and scare away a group of older women.
I think this means that I’m adapting to the St. Andrews lifestyle.
This is further evidenced by the fact that I make about 3 runs to Tesco a day, have run out of minutes on my phone in the middle of a phone call, and have tea at least 4 times a day. I’ve also become strangely used to the fact that there are three beaches within 10 minutes of my room.
Dana says
Yay! You are so adorable. I’m your partner in goofy golf on the other side of the world. Learning to play, now that we’re “club members”, and keeping score with smiley faces or frowny faces.
Tea 4 times a day doesn’t sound so different for you! More and closer beaches than at UCLA? Hilarious. xoxo
Julia Levene says
Your day of golfing appears to have been quite productive….playing through two other golf games, scaring away a group of older women, demonstrating battle cries….quite eventful. Appears to me your innate Scottish blood has taken over providing the ability to fine good humor into most every situation. (Makes for a good read by the way)
Thank you for blogging your adventures.