When my dear husband and I were wee kids dating in college, in the summer of 1995, we went mini-golfing many times, as he really enjoys it.
|Nothing weird about this. It's a giant cock and we are pretty serious about things.|
We've been golfing in the Dells, on top of a cruise ship in the Bahamas, in Door County, on Cape Cod, in Orlando, and now, as of last night at the Bunny Hutch. I mean, LOOK at that place. What more could you want? Right in our own hood! Thanks to our friend Christa celebrating her birthday there, we got to experience the retro goodness in all it's glory. We kept saying, WHY HAVE WE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE? Including the last hole, which is the FREAKING SEARS TOWER.
|See where I'm touching right there? That is where I work. I am a GIANT KATY!|
It's something we enjoy doing and get to be all kitschy and retro and nostalgic about it. Suits many wants and needs all in one. Some places even let you drink beer while you golf! Not me, you know, but my dear husband enjoys that.
|This is the infamous score card from last Summer's smack down by Katy. It's still on our fridge. Thank's to DH having the MEAT SWEATS, I wooped his butt.|
So, shine up your 5 inch platform heels, put on a dress and let's show these boys how it's done. We are going again with friends on Sunday. And they have little twin boys, I'm going to teach them a thing or two about how serious this all is. They are in for a world of hurt.
|Beware the WRONG WAY HOLE. You know what I'm talking about. And you're welcome.|