County Club Crashing

Here we are, yet another Abby's Invitational Weekend. I'd say 99.9% of you have NO idea what I'm talking about, so I'll explain! I'm a spoiled Country Club girl. I wasn't always - I didn't become one until my mom and my step-dad got married ... so member by association I suppose. This weekend at the country club is the biggest golf tournament of the year around here. You get in by invite only - and if you pass on a year, you have to get back on the waiting list to be able to be invited back. Needless to say, my step-dad has never missed a year!

It isn't just golfing. It starts off Thursday night with a free dinner/drinks mixer. Okay, they don't call it a "mixer" - but I do! Then Friday the golfers get some practice time in before the "horse race" in the early evening. Saturday morning the tournament starts - and continues through Sunday evening. Also on Saturday night is another big dinner for the players and their guests. That dinner is NOT free, and at $20 a ticket (for a mainly carnivorous meal) I don't eat, I just socialize!

But what is the big draw that everybody raves about? Awesome tee prizes for one. One year it was a specially made golf bag! Not just free golf balls and towels at this event, that's for sure! All weekend long we gorge on free pizza - pepperoni, cheese, Greek, Hawaiian, breakfast pizza, etc. AND free drinks! Not just Pepsi either. There is tons of free flowing beer, and usually specialty drinks. One year I wandered around with a different flavored Bacardi drink in each hand. The big highlight is the boat motor that has been converted into a blender - and they mix free margaritas all weekend long! Once afternoon hits, you can hear that motor all across the course and all eyes light up ready to have some frozen margaritas!

And this is what I'll be doing all weekend!

Last night I crashed the mixer.

I got to see tons of family members (all but one person -horizontal stripes dude- in this photo is part of the clan!). I had some yummy Greek pizza. I had my Wellness teacher say the p-e-n-i-s word to me countless times. **In 10th grade she was doing the Sex Ed portion of class and my best friend and I spent the whole hour making tally marks every time she said that word. She thought we were playing Hangman and was going to offer up a letter, until we died giggling and confessed. She and I still talk about this story many, many years later!**

And did I mention this is all sponsored by a local pizza parlor?

My mom and I have the same doctor. He was sitting just out of view to the left of the pizza girl above. We tried to behave while he was there, as he was sitting drinking his water with his wife next to him. His wife works at the doctor's office as well. I was trying to build up courage to go over and have him magically fix my leg. Perhaps after a few margaritas this weekend I can build up that courage?!?

Once he was gone, we got louder. The gossip continued and got louder. And we went to the special room. One entire room completely covered in desserts. I kid you not. I should have taken a photo. I saw it and thought of Willy Wonka. COVERED. And not cheap desserts like jello or cookies. It was the fancy stuff!

Cheesecake - with blueberry sauce drizzled over the top. The piece was huge. We didn't leave a single crumb. (That's my mom, by the way, but I guess I figured everybody already knew that?)

I was grabbing another Captain Morgan's Spiced rum and Pepsi when I saw my Wellness teacher again. I told her that I was already on facebook telling my friend about her saying the P word again. So then you know what she did?? She about sent me to the floor when she said the V word to me! Fine, I'm a total kid. I can't say those gross, clinical body part words. They give me the heebee jeebees!

Around 10pm we finally called it a night. The party was still swinging, even though it technically was supposed to end at 9pm!

Up next .... a night at the casino to see the drag show! I have to behave, we have an early morning tee time tomorrow!