Right, that Milton FL golf course. Yeah, I’ve had my eye on that one, thought about it a good few times. I even cooked up this whole plan, oh, maybe a year or so ago. The idea was simple: me and a couple of my regular buddies, we’d make a proper weekend of it. You know, escape the usual grind, whack some balls around, maybe even soak up a bit of actual sunshine for once instead of staring at these four walls all day.
So, I got to work on it. Started looking up details, figuring out the drive, when the best time might be to actually get down there. One of my friends, let’s call him Jim, he was all in from the get-go. Talking about how he’d been working on his short game, even showed me this new wedge he’d bought. Seemed like he was more excited than I was. The other fella, Mark, he’s usually a bit harder to pin down, but even he said he was game. Looked like we had a genuine plan brewing.
Then, well, you know how these things go. It all started to unravel. First, Jim’s boss decided he absolutely, positively couldn’t live without him for that specific weekend. Some big deadline apparently dropped out of the sky. Sounded like typical boss behavior to me, but Jim felt he had to bail. Fine. Then Mark, his oldest decided that was the perfect weekend to come down with some mystery bug. Nothing too serious, thank goodness, but enough that he couldn’t just leave his wife to handle it all. Family comes first, no arguments there. So, just like that, my grand golfing expedition was down to just me.
I actually considered it for a day or two, going by myself. I’d already mentally blocked out the time, was looking forward to the peace and quiet. But then, as if it was all part of some cosmic joke, my trusty old pickup decided it was its turn to act up. Started making this really ugly grinding noise coming from somewhere underneath. I nursed it to my mechanic, hoping for the best. And then came the estimate. Ouch. Let’s just say my golf trip fund, and a bit more besides, got reallocated to a new alternator and some other bits I didn’t quite understand but sounded expensive.
So, there I was. Instead of picturing myself on those nice Milton greens, I spent that weekend under the car with my mechanic trying to understand what went wrong, and then a good chunk of Saturday just feeling sorry for myself on the couch. My big escape turned into me re-watching old action movies and eating leftovers. Not quite the same vibe, you know?
So, to answer the unspoken question: did I ever get to play the Milton FL golf course? Nope. Still on the to-do list, gathering dust. It’s funny how that works. You map things out, get your hopes up, and then real life just sort of barges in and stomps all over your plans. Maybe I’ll make it there someday. Or maybe I’ll just keep telling this story about the time I almost went. That’s how a lot of my “practice records” seem to go these days, if I’m being honest. A good chronicle of attempts, if nothing else.
