Outlaws

A couple of summers ago, fueled by our mutual love of miniature golf, my boyfriend's (who is presently going by his new rap name, MC France E) son, DB and I stopped to play at every course we passed.  We've got a little photo album filled with our mini golf score cards and we have a lot of fun playing together.  If we play with MC France E, it's a little more stressful. He doesn't believe in do overs and he's always penalizing for rules that I'm pretty sure he's just making up as he goes along.  Now, don't get me wrong, I don't advocate cheating and don't take any do overs myself.  I was taught to play correctly and by the rules and I stand by my grandfather's teachings.

When DB and I play on our own, if he has a bad hole, or takes a bad shot, I have no problem with him having a total do-over, with no penalty. As long as there is no one behind us.  It drives me crazy when people aren't considerate of others. I don't know how a person can manage to convince himself that he is the only person in the world.  But, it happens all the time.   If there isn't anyone who could be put out by our playing, I will let DB replay a hole if he wants to.  Being a good sport, even when he plays the  hole over, he'll keep his  original score.

Driving home from going out to dinner one night, we spotted a miniature golf course and MC France E agreed to pull in and let us play.  I'm pretty sure that he went across the street to a hotel that looked to be having a wedding. As we were paying and picking out our brightly colored golf balls, I think I spotted him ducking into the bar tent.  At least, I knew it was safe to assume that we wouldn't have to worry that we were taking too much time to play.  Knowing him, he'd make new friends and be asked to replace the best man before the night was over.  He's the kind of guy who could crash a wedding and get invited to the honeymoon. Yes, he is just that lovable.  I know that I am a lucky girl.

Anyway, we parked right in front of this sign in the parking lot for two mini golf courses and stopped to read it as we walked to the little caddyshack to pay.  The number one thing you aren't allowed to do AT THE GOLF COURSE is GOLF!!!!  We're such rebels. We golfed anyway. It cost $6 a person for each of the two courses to flaunt our disdain for the law, but that's just how we roll.