You Win Again, Mini Golf

Last weekend, I went on another Match date. I had spoken to said gentleman a few times. He was a Fitness Professional, and seemed pretty nice. He invited me out Mini Golfing, and I said sure.

Let me take the opportunity to present my only mini-golfing experience previous to this date. My brother decided he wanted to go to Grand Slam for one of his birthdays. Grand Slam was the Babe Ruth of all kids' South Twin Cities birthday dreams. Arcades, mini-golf, batting cages, and laser tag, this place was AWESOME. For realskis. At the party, my parents let me partake by mini-golfing. Because giving the most accident prone child of three a putter and a golf ball is obviously the best choice. All I remember about that day is my mom saying, "This is NOT baseball!!!" as my golf ball went flying across the course. Call me Tiger Woods baby.

Present Day:
Upon meeting at the mini-golf joint, I met my date.

First indicator it wasn't going to work: he was wearing khaki cargos, brown lace up Heavy Doc Martins and black, halfway up the calf socks. 


After making lots of small talk, we continued through the different holes. Although said date was slightly boring, the hilarious gay couple behind me kept narrating my awesome mini-golf skills and cracking me up.

Along about hole 7, I had to putt my ball into the hole from the edge of a water trap. I'm sure you can all see where this is going...

Upon putting out of the water trap, I tipped backwards, resulting in a Matrix-like backbend over the man-made creek. To my date's defense, he did grab my arm and rescue me from the perils of having a wet butt for the rest of the evening. I'm of course laughing in hysterics b/c the situation is rather hilarious. I don't think my date appreciated the exuberance. I was cool with it. *sidenote: the couple behind us ups their commentary, and it is just freaking hilarious by this point*.

Aside from my date just kind of being boring in general and kind of annoying and whiney about the putter he was given the topper on not wanting to see him again was when he thought he messed up recording the score, and he walked all the way through the mini-golf course (a good 10 minutes of me waiting up at the top...) to attempt to figure out where the score could have gone wrong. And by walking all the way through, I do mean through other peoples' games resulting in me realizing that he is kind of rude even after I told him I'd take one for the team and he could have winning score. 


All in all, it was an hour and a half of my time, and I stopped by Dairy Queen on the way home, so all was well. Beware of those with Doc Martin's and shorts. 

Digging in the Dirt (and other adventures of grandeur)

Hello All!
I apologize for my absence. I fully realize all 6 of my followers have been waiting on the edge of their seats waiting for another haphazard date. I regret to inform you, there have been no dates since the last post (not even bad ones)!

I have been far too busy doing this:

And This

I will write stories regarding both of these next time. Until then, I have lots more garden beds to dig up and plant, and end tables and small figurines to dust.