Strawberry Farms Forever

On the Fourth of July weekend, I headed out with Crotch, Brandon and Francis to Strawberry Farms for a round of golf. I've known Brandon and Fran since high school where we got into many fights together. Now that we're older, we've learned to take our aggressions out on the back nine.



Fran was ready to go but only after we had to turn around fifteen mintutes into the drive so that he could pick up the golf shoes he forgot in his car.



If there's one thing Crotch is good at, it's golf. That, and being friends with girls who never become his girlfriend. This guy's swing looks like a pro's... where the ball actually ends up, however, is another story.



The golf course was great. Brandon was in town, visiting from Colorado and he and Fran go golfing nearly every day. It showed in their game, as they were both not too shabby.



I on the other hand, was terrible. It was my first round of golf since last time Crotch came down to L.A. over six months ago, so needless to say, I was rusty. My swing is all jacked even from the very start. See?... This ball ended up in the magnetic lake over there on the left. The marshall on the course told us they were going to have to drain the lake because someone released some poisonous frogs in it that caused birds and other wildlife to die. Maybe he can retrieve my ball when they do...



After a quick stop at the 19th hole, we gathered our things and headed back home. Fran ended up with the best score (high 80's) and I ended up with the worst (107). It was great to play golf and see my old friends as well as confirm the fact that I'm a terrible golfer... Ingrid entertained Holm back at the house and cooked him breakfast. Maybe I should've stayed home and had Ingrid make me a good breakfast instead...