He’s no Tiger Woods.

Last Summer the family and I went to Gulf Shores, Alabama.  It was a great trip.  We missed the beach immensely and hadn’t visited the shoreline(other then a short trip back to Bodega a few years back).  We had spent the previous vacations going to Gatlinburg and Disney World.  Orlando wasn’t as close to the beach as we had envisioned, so during our stint down there we never made it to the beach.  Besides that, you have to pay toll every 5 miles and it irritated the shit out of us.

We rented a little house about 1/2 a mile from the beach.  It was a nice trip.  So recently my friend Ben came to me with a proposal.  He told me his Mother in Law was buying a townhouse in Gulf Shores and asked if I could help him move her furniture to the building.  In return he said we could stay there for a week for our next vacation.  As a friend I would have helped him for free but to offer me the week there was a really great deal.  I had to take a day off work and make the 8 hour drive there.  It wasn’t too bad.  We left after I got off on a Wednesday night and arrived in Gulf shores at about 130 am.

The townhouse is located at a complex called the Emerald Greens resort.  I don’t know what I was expecting but this place soared way above and beyond my visions.  Here is the website http://www.emeraldgreensal.com/  The complex has a nice golf course, a great pool area with white sand around it and a kids play water structure.  There is a work out facility, a tanning bed, and a hot tub.  In the main room where we registered there was a ping pong table and a pool table.

Anyway, sorry to get off topic here.  My friend Ben is about my age ( a couple of years older) ironically we met at my volunteer fire department in Lascassas when he joined a couple of years ago.  Turns out he is from Sonoma county in California too.  If that isn’t weird enough, his wife actually grew up on the same road in Sebastopol as my wife.  I know, I know, small world.  So Ben works hard, is a family guy like me.  Not often do we get to let loose.  I could tell he was planning on using our one day in Gulf Shores and doing just that.

We woke up early on Thursday morning and decided to get to business unpacking the uhaul of furniture.  It was hard as hell, the shit was heavy and the townhouse was on the 3rd floor of the building.  There was an elevator but a lot wouldn’t fit and we had to pack it up the stairs.  Also the unit was on the opposite side of the elevator, making it that much harder.  We had golf on the mind and with that motivation we started moving furniture.  It took us an hour and a half to move the whole truck.  We were tired and sore as hell but now the fun would begin.

We jumped in the car and headed to the liquor store.  Alabama has the same lame laws Tennessee has, you have to buy beer at a separate building from liquor.  Also they still smoke in restaurants.  Seriously??  What the hell is that?  When we went to eat they asked us if we wanted smoking or non-smoking, we chose non-smoking.  The table next to us had smokers.  Nasty as hell.  We went to a liquor store and decided on Jaegermeister.  Ben was wanting to party obviously and chose the big bottle.  We went to Publix and got a 12 pack of Sam Adams Seasonal amber spring (delicious by the way).  We got to the golf course and began our day.  The attached video is a small snippet of the affect alcohol can have on your golf game.  This is hole one of the back nine (its a nine whole course), Ben hit the ball about 50 yards and into the water edge.  I offered him a drop but he insisted he could get it out.

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