Because our group is so cohesive, if someone whispers "golf trip", you'll get a chorus of "I'll go! I'll go!" Whether you want them to or not. I've thought about trying to do it on the sly but I don't want to hurt any one's feelings. Because invariably the person you don't want to go will find out that you did go on a girls' trip and will be put out and let you know about it. And trust me. SHE WILL LET YOU KNOW ABOUT IT. Oh, the tangled menses of women...
Over the years we've done a few of these trips. It started out with, "Who wants to go on a trip?" And we would always get the most eclectic group of incompatible women you could put under the same roof. One talks too much, another is a rules' Nazi, another acts as if she plays better than everyone else, one plays head games and yet another is monetarily tight. Me, I'm perfect. No, I'm not. I'm the "let's just make a decision here, girls" type. I am intolerant of whishy washy thinking. It's a waste of time. So there. Take that and stuff it in your bag...
We did go to some fun resorts along our tortured way. We went to St. Augustine to World Golf Village. We went to San Antonio and stayed on the River Walk and played La Cantera with a side trip to wonderful Fredricksburg. We went to Austin to play Barton Creek and hit the town's famous night scene. And we went to Scottsdale and played several courses there. Sorry, don't remember the names on that one. And always someone got pissed at someone else, someone got too drunk and obnoxious, someone got upset if the WHOLE group didn't do the same thing. As a matter of fact, we were on the Scottsdale trip and some of the girls wanted to go to some Indian reservation to art galleries or something. Four of us didn't want to go. Well, you would have thought Armageddon was near. This girl insisted that we all go. The four of us said, not only no but hell no. We're buying a bottle of tequila, ordering in pizza and playing the card game of golf. This was for lunch. We were going to have a fine old time. They had a two hour drive there and back and we all had dinner reservations at 8 pm. It was now noon. So, we open up that bottle, order the pizza and play. By the time they got back, all tired and drowsy, we'd slept off the tequila, were hungry and raring to go. But that one lady would not let it go. I finally had enough and said that we live in a democracy and I don't even let my husband tell me what to do (OK, most of the time I don't) much less a bitchy woman. Oh, yes, I did say that. Well, that shut her up.
What to do then? Well, I've made some friends out side of our women's golf association and their husbands golf as well. So we take couples trips instead. The guys will play three days, the gals, two and then we shop or spa the final day. Thank God no drama...Well, on second though...
A Woman Who Loves Golf
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