Before I met Adam I never thought about golf unless I was making fun of it. I didn’t get it and thought it was incredibly boring. Since I’ve met Adam, I still think golf is pretty boring and I try not to think about it too much, but that’s difficult. Adam is a very big golfer and he’s pretty good too. He’s been playing his whole life. I dread warm weather because it means I lose him to golf on the weekends. But he enjoys playing, so I’m OK with it in the end. I’ve even learned what a birdie, bogey, and eagle are and I kind of understand how scoring works. I sometimes catch myself watching golf at the gym.

v. sexy

So anyway, in the almost three years we’ve been together, I’ve never seen Adam play. Last night was finally the night. Last night was also the night I saw my brother play golf for the first time.

frustrated brother

This was also the first time he’d played a real round of golf during which he was not wasted. He tried hard, listened to Adam, and I think did OK.

Adam coaches brother

And I even got to putt once! But I mostly took off my shoes, wiggled my feet in the nice grass, and worried about the salted chocolate and caramel ganache cupcake from The Flying Cupcake that may or may not have been melting in our cooler.

no shoes and cupcakes

In case you were wondering, the cupcake made it home safely and tasted damn good after two hours on the golf course. Ooooh I sound like a golfer. If golfers ate cupcakes….