
The weekend began with golf on Friday afternoon, sunny and 83. Jim and I tore up the Muni. The guy who hit a 320 yd tee shot ran 8 beers deep which required an auxiliary cooler. His cart was flirtin' with some "three-wheel motion" as one side of his golf bag was slightly heavier than the other.

Jim bombed a huge drive, check out the gang signs 3-2 as in 320 yards. The comment was "Take that, Josh."

This was also a huge drive, 032 yards.
Then the following day Julie and I met Jim and Jamie at a "yacht club" near Ditto Landing. (Pics of the yacht club next time. The yacht club included a confederate flag and grandmas smoking Camel no-filters.) Anyway, we cruised out on the TN river and kicked it like Puff Daddy at Cabo. Except we had Coors Light and Southpaw instead of Patron and Cristal. The girls slammed some mixed (virgin) drinks.



On the way back, Jim dropped the hammer and we cruised like Crockett and Tubbs. We had the Miami Vice theme song blaring. The rumor has it, on the way home Jim bought a white linen suit and white shoes with no socks.
Not a bad weekend.......