Golf

Hard to believe, but I used to play golf in high school. In fact, I was on the golf team even though I was never any good. Turns out, when there are 12 spots on the team and only 11 people who want to play, everyone gets to be on the team. I was the only girl on the team my freshman year, but being on the golf team did come with some tangible perks. Free nine holes of golf every afternoon during the spring plus fifty buckets of free practice balls. That's actually worth a couple hundred bucks. Alas, I digress! Living in New England for the last decade has presented NO opportunities to hit golf balls. Lack of car, lack of driving ranges near the T and freezing temperatures half the year do not make for a golf friendly environment.

I supposed I could have overcome all of these hurdles if I were truely serious, but at the end of the day, who wants to trudge through snow with some clubs to hit balls in a basement in front of a simulated computer generated golf scene and pay a hundred bucks a month to boot. Therefore, I was excited when I spotted a driving range on the way to church a few weeks ago right on our bus route. I ordered a "pre-owned" iron off off amazon (of course) and went on an adventure this afternoon. I wish I could say that the outing went smoothly, but I can't. I managed to lose my one golf club immediately and had to enlist someone to track it down. Then I was utterly confused by the machine that dispensed the balls, golf ball dispensing technology certainly has changed. Finally, I was reminded how utterly WASPY and preppy the whole sport is when I spotted a woman wearing a white visor withe her hair pulled back in a pert ponytail. I can't believe I used to do this most days as a teenager. Then again I had plasticmom driving me around and footing the bill. I do love whacking those balls, but I have to admit that I took up golf mainly so I could avoid PE because I hated running and had flunked the one mile run.

Gelatiamo

There's a gelato shop nearby that's highly rated by Zagats and has become a butt of our jokes. Seems like it's never open so Adam started telling me "We can try going to Gelatiamo later" whenever I started pestering him for some sort of dessert treat on our evening walks. Of course, Gelatiamo is never open so thus no treat. I fell for it several times before I realized what was happening.

Food Obsessed

I think Adam and I just might be food obsessed.

1. Even though we'd been the market twice this weekend, we were still abnormally enthusiastic when we happened upon a third market this afternoon. Granted this supermarket was slicker than the two previous markets, it even had an eat in sushi bar and rows and rows of frozen foods.

2. When at the market, we study the deli section. Instead of buying what looks good at the deli, we grill the poor deli worker on how the dishes are prepared before we scamper off to buy the exact ingredients that are in the already prepared deli dish so we can make our own. Same behavior applies to the bakery section as well, hmmm let's make our own chocolate cups adn fill them with mousse.

3. I scour the city looking for the Mike-arita because I saw a hilarious commercial on television. I don't even know if I like Margaritas, but I'm easly swayed by advertising.