So, the other night was totally rad. My very hip mama, dynamite sister and peachy self went to a gnarly putt-putt golf course.
We practiced our excellent–well, not so much–moves.
We were keen to get a hole in one…or five.
We tried not to be intimidated by the cool old-timers practicing for a weeklong national putt-putt tournament.
Our scores were less than righteous. But, I did earn a phat discount ticket for the next time, thanks to my groovy hole-in-one on the 18th hole. I’m looking forward to a wicked next game.
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