DAY ONE: THE NIGHT

Round 2 Recap will come later... Maybe. In the meantime the following account is the best I can do.

Time 8:00pm - 3:00am PST

After getting drilled for 18 holes at the Stadium Course by Park/Jennings, Keith and I were distraught. It is tough to lose to Jennings on any occasion, but it is made especially worse when you are verbally abused. Everyone knows the details by now, details would be redundant. What you can take away from this is how much more difficult it made a loss to him to handle.

I was sick, I had to drown my sorrows. I chose to do so with a couple double Goose and Sodas (maybe more than a couple). The group headed to Palmer's Restaurant. A putting green behind the bar made the 2 hour wait for a table seem like 5 minutes. In my drunken stupor I managed to win $100 in a putting contest from less drunk but still much worse golfers.

We sit down and enjoyed a wonderful dinner. William was canned. I mean canned. Not many people get to enjoy William as drunk as he was this night. Sipping vino, legs crossed, hair hanging over his eye, mustache in full force, and the patented, "I'm so much smarter (pretty sure I'm better) than you", smirk all over his face.

I thought I would take advantage of Will in his numbed state. Whit and I challenged Will/Green to $20 Vegas for the following morning. They accepted. I ordered Will several more glasses of the House Cab he was drinking. It backfired. He quit drinking which forced me to down about 2 bottles of some Greg Norman shit. It was good at 11pm, but not so good at 2am.

We stumbled out of the bar, and I remember nothing else until 2am. This is vague, but again to the best of my knowledge. Green gets woke out of bed because they are about to tow his car. It wakes me up too. Green gets up to move his car, I tell him he is a dumbshit and to keep it down. Next thing I know... PUKE! PUKE! and more PUKE! Did not make it to the bathroom, trashcan or even out of my bed. I puked Shitty Norman Cab/Arnie Filet all over the bed. Threw the sheets onto the front porch and went back to bed.

Proceeded to not break 90 the next day, and lost about 3000 points to anyone who was smart enough to bet me. The only good thing about that night was that William had to pick up the tab.