Today Art took me golfing on a date. I was delighted that the weather was cool, windy and cloudy- probably one of the few golfers to not miss the sunshine. We had such a good time. It honestly took me about 10 swings per hole, which apparently is not the recommended goal. I learned all kinds of terminology not to use on the golf course. For example, they are not sticks but “tees” to set your ball upon. It is a sandpit, not a “sandbucket”. I scored 10 swings per hole, not per “frame”. Most importantly (and to Art’s serious dismay) even thought you are driving quickly down a hill that might feel fun like a rollercoaster, it is not appropriate to yell out “whoooo” as you descend. Party poopers. It was definitely a date we wouldn’t mind repeating.