Well, one more day to go in golf heaven, otherwise known as Orlando Florida. It's been great getting together with my brothers Whitey and Killer, spending some quality time with them. Of course I'm talking about golfing, not drinking. Although, we've done a bit of that too.
Last week we had a great time one night after having had dinner at the Flying Fish restaurant at Disney World. We strolled down the boardwalk to a place called Jellyrolls. Jellyrolls is a bar like no other I've seen. The entertainment is dueling piano players who take requests from the crowd.
Dueling pianos.
Well, Killer, his wife, Whitey and I decided to send up requests for songs by Canadian artists - the Barenaked Ladies, Brian Adams, and the like. After about the second or third request one of the piano players said to the crowd "Looks like we have some Canadians in the audience" whereupon we hooted and hollared. So the guy starts playing the Canadian anthem. Well we'd been having a few silly pops by then so we sprang to our feet with our hands over our hearts and belted out the words. Ah, we did our nation proud. Well that's my recollection, anyway.
But it's been a fun week, spent mostly golfing. After only five weeks of golfing under my belt I'm no expert, but I'm having lots of fun. After such a short time I can honestly say I'm particularly proud of my practice swings
Look at that form. Too bad the ball's still on the tee.
Usually, after 18 holes of golf we have to "get ice". Killer has a tub outside where we keep the beer. So every day we have to "get ice". But you see "get ice" is a euphemism for stopping off for a few beers at Sundays, a nearby British pub, next to Publix, where we actually get the ice. The day before I arrived Killer and Whitey went to "get ice" and had so much fun at Sundays they forgot the ice. Luckily, since then they've had me to remind them to actually get the ice. One afternoon we spent so much time "getting ice" we actually bought flowers for Killer's wife so she wouldn't be mad at us. That woman's a saint for putting up with us. Whitey says he's gonna get us all T-shirts that read "I Survived The Ice Store of 2011". Whitey's such a card. Especially after a couple of Coronas.
The "ice store".
Well, it's been a great week and I'll be sorry to see it come to an end. Oops, gotta go. My brothers are telling me we gotta go get ice.
Comments
Hmm.
*grin*
And nice job on representing Canada! I would have loved to have heard your (drunken) rendition of our national anthem. Did you sing it in both official languages? :-)
Unfortunately, you will be returning to the Ye Olde Ice Shoppe that is known as Canada.
Have a safe trip home! (You did remember to pack the tire chains, just in case?)
;-)
Didn't want that hose to cause someone to trip because it wasn't rolled properly, doncha know.