Thursday, August 12, 2021
I have been a member of The Club now for just over three years. While it has been an exceptional experience for my wife and family, I am most grateful for what this membership has done for my ego. Finally, FINALLY for the first time in my life, I feel like one of those Masters of the Universe type guys. I have been longing for this feeling for quite some time so whoever said money can't buy happiness was way off.
Hey, speaking of ego and happiness, just when I thought I couldn’t be any more full of myself and happier in all things ME an extraordinary occurrence took place about a month ago that finally came to fruition this week.
You see, back in early July, I was sitting on my sweet couch at home organizing my weekend and time up at The Club when I saw an email pop into my inbox. L61 sent me a message saying simply “call me.”
A month ago my ego was not fully developed and not nearly where it is today so I have to admit I was a tad bit nervous when I saw this one. This is the kind of guy you don’t want to mess with up at The Club, an ex President and you know when you play G for money but you don’t have any money on you but feel like you are going to win so why not well you better not play for money without any money with this guy. That’s the guy. So, with some trepidation, I called.
ME: “L61, G114 here. Am I in trouble?”
L61: “August 9, PV!”
ME: “Excuse me, I am sorry, it sounded like you said Pine Valley?”
L61: “August 9, PV!”
ME to my most insanely beautiful and supportive and brilliant wife: “Babe, what do we have going on August 9?”
WIFE: “That is when I am away with the girls in ACK. Why?”
ME: “PV”
WIFE: “I will get a sitter.”
ME to L61: “FREAKING GAME ON!”
L61 didn’t respond. He just hung up. In fact, when I checked my phone he hung up almost immediately after he stated the second “August 9, PV!”
Some observations on this one…
I absolutely love the unspoken language when it comes to dudes and Golf. LOVE IT! Everyone on this planet who knows anything about G knows that the Holy Grail of golf invites is Pine Valley. Notice L61 didn’t ask me if I could go and if that date worked for me. You get the nod for PV you go. Period end of story. Getting married? Change the date. Funeral? Change the date. Birth of a child? Change the date. You are a Master of the Universe and money can buy anything except a membership at PV.
That my incredible wife knew what PV stood for and the magnitude that is accompanied with such an invite. Some marital advice here: next time you happen to be courting someone give them a quiz on epic golf course initials…
A. TN = ?
B. CP = ?
C. PB = ?
D. PV = ?
E. BB = ?If future Mrs. Master of the Universe is able to get 4 out of 5, seal the deal.
I need to work on my paranoia!
The best part of the trip to PV was the new sweet bag tag I now have. It is adorned in a prominent, high profile location and as such, everyone will know I am so big time that I have been to the promised land. I asked S101 how long I could leave it on my bag without looking like a tool and he said a year, year and a half, max. When I take it off in a year and a half I am framing that bad boy and hanging it over the mantel.
Nothing better than life up at The Club!