There wasn't as much golf in my one-week vacation as I originally intended, but I did witness a girl make an amazing three holes-in-one over a four-hole stretch during a round of mini golf. Yet, it was still a relaxing and educational (if not golf-studded and exhilarating) week away from work. I got to meet a car wash shyster who tried desperately, albeit passive-aggressively, to extract a tip from my girlfriend's brother before we even ran his dad's F150 through $12 "mutilate" mode. I also got to play a long par five nicknamed "Pork Chop," at the Avocet Course at Wild Wing Plantation -- which is hilarious considering I have a golfing buddy with the exact same handle. Pork Chop recommended stopping at one of the larger rest stops on the way down to buy several bags of Mr. B's fried peanuts, which are to be eaten shell and all. Sounds bizarre, but they did not disappoint.
But do you know who did disappoint? My beloved
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