|Looking at the water, I'm guessing it's St. Patty's Day|
I know, the WHAT? It hasn't rained here in.. well, I can't remember the last time. So, we waited it out in the tunnel just enjoying the cool breeze and chatting. They offered an umbrella, but we decided if we were going to play through we would just do it in the rain. We found out later we got exactly zero point zero inches of rain back home. Typical.
So, the rain stopped. On to the next hole.
|Giraffes don't follow instruction well|
At this point, I've started calling the water "Caribbean" green to the amusement of Mrs. 45er. I'm thinking I want to "stay on the marked path" as the sign demands for fear of falling in the porta-potty water, but more on that later. The giraffe was left to fend for himself.
|Someone have a plunger?|
Click for BIGNESS. Really, you have to see the eyes. That's how you can tell a live from undead seal.
All-in-all, we really had a great day. I almost feel about mini-golf like I feel about going back and watching old episodes of The A-Team. Great in theory, but better left to the annals of your imaginative youth. Actually, we had a great time and we won't discuss scores. That's just not good form.