Hop Slam Gone Bad!

I didn’t get out of bed until almost 6am and even then was slow to motivate. Not really sure why. It wasn’t weather related. We had a clear sky and steamy temps for the first time in a few days. That made me happy. After taking care of Frankie, I laid down on the sofa and slept until almost 7am. After a quick stretch I put Frankie back in her pen and headed out for a run. I worked up quite a lather running. There was a ton of moisture lingering in the air from all the recent rain. And unfortunately, after Thursday, it looks like we’ll be getting more of the same for the foreseeable future. I whipped up my usual breakfast after my run, two eggs, an English muffin, and some fruit. I pulled together a lunch, too. Before heading up for a shower I took Frankie out again. I was running about 45 minutes behind schedule. As a courtesy, I sent a message to my peer letting him know I’d be in but about 45 minutes late. Mindy asked if I still planned to golf after work. Yes, I certainly hoped so. It’s been at least four weeks without Thursday golf. Mindy planned more painting in Jacob’s new room. I left for work just before 9am arriving 15 minutes later. The work day was in pretty good shape. Nothing too scary. I was scheduled to participate on three customer conference calls that consumed the lion’s share of my day with the last ending around 315pm. And since I planned golf after work, that left about an hour to my work day. Both Bob’s were in for golf at Split Rock. I shut down and packed up at 4pm. I’d be off until Monday with Friday scheduled off as a personal day. Traffic was about as light as it gets on I-270 around to I-71S. I didn’t have any traffic issues until the Rt 665 exit. There, traffic was baked up for about the last ¼ mile. I arrived at Split Rock just after 430pm. Bob B pulled in just after me. Bob I was apparently still in transit. Bob B and I carted together and spent a few minutes putting on the practice green before Bob I showed up. We’d be teeing off the front nine. I pared hole #1. Good start! Hole #2 is a tricky par #3. I hit a poor iron shot (topped it) but just in front of the water. I hit a SW on and within 12’. I tow putted for another four, only this time a bogey. No worries. I wasn’t so fortunate over the next few holes, making a handful of silly mistakes. I ended up with a couple of sevens and eights on my card. Of all my clubs, my fairway wood hurt me tonight. We were finished by 715pm, and it was a gorgeous evening. Before parting ways, we discussed the possibility of Sunday golf. Asked what I’d be doing on my Friday off, I shared my plans to get the boat out if the weather cooperated. I hadn’t yet seen or heard an updated forecast. I arrived home by 745pm. I spotted Kenny in the backyard and walked back there to chat. We ended up agreeing to cookout at their place having brats and burgers. Beforehand, I headed inside to change out of my sticky golf clothes. Mindy shared that Frankie’s vet appointment went well, her second set of shots. She now weighs 8.5 lbs. Said Frankie crapped in her Honda on the drive home. She stopped to visit Courtney Jump in Grandview on her way home. Brought me a sample of Jeremey’s home brewed IPA in a Barley’s growler. I poured it into a pint glass to take to the neighbors. I took a Hop Slam from the garage fridge, too. Kenny spent the day converting his LP gas grill to natural gas. The end result was a flame somewhat less than expected. The grilling took longer than one would think, but the end product plenty good. Mindy had Kenny grill us these Johnsonville turkey and cheese brats. They were OK. After my IPA I poured the 18 month old Hop Slam. I drank about half before declaring it bad and pouring it out. Sad, really. I have about 14 of them remaining. It was $18 per six pack. I walked home to get a couple more beers, returning with two Great Lakes Commodore Perry IPA’s. Mindy & I hung with the neighbors until 10pm or so. We confirmed dinner plans for Friday. Mindy headed home an hour or so before me. Shortly after Mindy left for home Chrissy bought her niece, Hailey a plane ticket to Florida. She’ll be joining us on our vacation. I ended up drinking one of Kenny’s Labatt Blues before heading home with Frankie around 11pm. I took Frankie out back and checked the Friday weather forecast before calling it a night. Boating wasn’t looking too promising, 80% of thunderstorms Friday. Crap!