Well, I am anyway. Travelling Companion will be staying home.
A while back there was a plan afoot to have a cottage weekend, or “Testo Festo” as its been referred to by one of my Pub Buddies. So that’s where I’m headed. A bunch of guys. A cottage. Chairs. Beer. Food. That kind of thing.
Did up the meal that I’ll be slapping on our plates come Sunday night.
That reminds me, we need more Worcestershire Sauce.
D’oh! I just gave away one of the “secret” ingredients! Forget I said that.
I swear we’ll have more damned food than we can possibly consume.
The burgers are presently in the freezer. I’ll buy buns at the one of the grocery stores in Grand Bend.
The weather prognostication looks pretty good. Maybe we’ve had our share or rain up to this point? Hopefully.
I took myself out to a driving range yesterday and did some ball swackin’. Not sure if it helped. I managed to get about 30 of the 50 in the bucket to go where I wanted them to. My arm was hurting a wee bit afterwards, but seems fine this morning. Didn’t take any “selfies” Never occurred to me.
There’s the possibility of golfing on Sunday. We’ll see.
I’m sure the fellow I’m riding with has done all the necessary research in terms of a local course. It wouldn’t surprise me.
So there’s this,
and a set of clubs, and I’m good to go.
Yes I know, it’s my sail bag, but it works. I just now remembered to take out the Mustang PFD.
Well, there’s beer. I mean, c’mon. And yes, I suppose there’s a beer store in Grand Bend, but there’s some sort of tick I have about getting some things out of the way.
So I’ll try and take a photo or six. Maybe I’ll share.
See you all on the flip side.
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