Golf and Loss

The second annual Dan Snyder memorial golf tournie took place at my employment centre a few days back.

The staff parked far, far away from the clubhouse, behind the grounds' sheds, and had to duck past TV crews and a multitude of cameras to get in to work. This I wasn't expecting. This is the morning I neglected to put on any make-up / brush my hair.

My duty was to sit with the general manager on a staionary beverage cart all day in the scorching heat. I did just that and watched hockey players who I didn't know and still don't care about parade by, chasing after little white balls.

"Important" names were tossed around all day and I paid little attention. When I finally finished and entered the clubhouse at the end of the day I was informed that in addition to hockey players, Gord Downie was also on the course all day. ON THE COURSE and I missed him just like the fucking Polkaroo!

Woefully I listened as my co-workers explained how he had ridden around in a stretch golf cart (yes, like at Disneyland) all day with a big knife that he used to cut the summer sausage samples he was handing out.

I missed the "freak" with the blue painted toenails and I want to punch myself.

I need another glass of wine.