Well, we're having an awesome time in Myrtle Beach.  Mark and I went and played a round of Golf today and, although I'm no where near my PSU days as a golfer, I could see glimpses of the way things used to be.  I think I par'd 5 or six holes, but still ended up at 96 on a par 74.  I'll take that right now.  If I had the time and money to go more regularly I think I'd have no problem getting back down to my low 80's I enjoyed in high school and college.  The highlight of the round was that I only lost one ball...with what felt like an ocean right next to me...and I have fallen in love with the Nike Mojo ball...I bought a two pack because someone recommended it to me and I just love the way it feels, so I bought a large pack...sorry Pinnacle.  If we have enough time and the weather cooperates then we may go out for another round tomorrow, but as it stands now it's not looking good. For one...I'm drunk...not like hammered...but to the point that I've switched to water in fear of a splitting headache tomorrow.

I've been boozin since around 5...so for the past 7 hours I've been enjoying myself...yesterday was no different really, but how often do I really get to sit down and enjoy the nectar from the heavens?  In the words of the immortal browneye...I'm a drunk, not an alcoholic...alcoholics go to meetings!