Brerah

Group Dynamics

So I am in Duncan for the weekend to play in a golf tournament. This tournament is a big deal, a really really big deal. Most people pay the $275 to play in it just for the free beer, but not me, I'm grinding out every shot trying to figure out how to win the dang thing so I can make my money back. It has evaded me thus far, but I'm still trying.

Thursday night marks the unofficial beginning to the weekend. In my opinion, I think that the people over at the country club put out a few kegs of beer on this night just to see who will show up. I knew I was going to get my money's worth when I saw the crew that was rolling in tonight. There were a few guys that I played high school golf with, one of who can probably drink a 20 pack and not even feel it(whereas if I had half that, I wouldnt be able to feel my face) and a few others who aren't too far behind. Then there were a few guys that were older than me who I think are married with kids, but I guess they left them behind at the house?? (note to self- not a good move if you want to stay married for any length of time) Then there were a few girls who have 'hovered' around Duncan since high school and who don't have a real legitimate chance of getting out of here unless the rapture comes, and still then they might be left behind... (see the Left Behind series by Tim LaHaye for more anecdotal humor).

But in all seriousness, I love this place. Usually for about a week at a time, about twice a year. I have to take Duncan in small doses now, because outside of seeing my family, it can be pretty depressing. Lots of small children who belong to former classmates, lots of stories about people being in and out of rehab, and a few success stories lingering here and there that involve college and jobs and things of that nature.

But we're getting a Chili's. Thats the best thing thats happened to Duncan since the Golden Corral.

posted by corbs @ 12:42 AM