When you’re working for the weekend, it is truly the little things that get you excited. After literally months of anticipation on my part, an event that I had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived this weekend. With such great causes for celebration as my 25th birthday and my New York sendoff, a dedicated group of day drinkers converged for our First Annual Buckhead Bar Golf.
The expectations were simple and included silly costumes and day drinking with a competitive element that made things interesting. The attire ranged from simple preppy to over the top madras to one fabulous friend draped in a make shift putting green. The players were ready for a shotgun start, emphasis on shot. With the afternoon in its infancy, shots were slammed, beer flowed readily and the mood was high.
Several golfers intent on winning the round started strong with a hole in one at each of the first few holes, scored by finishing a beer, shot and mixed drink within the hour allotted at each bar. These people impressed me.
The strange thing about wandering around the Buckhead bar scene with around fifty golf-clad twenty somethings on a rainy Saturday afternoon is that bars aren’t really prepared for you. They are open for business though, and eager bartenders pour with passion for this unexpected afternoon boost in tips.
The competition was steep by around hole 4 and simply drinking was no longer enough. One golfer whipped out a Chuggler from her purse (if you haven’t had the pleasure, please check it out here LINK) while others did keg stands inside a bar, which I didn’t even think was possible. At Kramer’s on a Saturday afternoon, apparently it is.
At some point my $7 clearance rack madras skirt started falling apart. I had a noticeable rip on my right cheek and the back slit crept up throughout the entire round. I pulled down my pink Lacoste polo and kept going even though pictures reveal that this clearly wasn’t helping my cause to keep covered up.
I heard a few brave souls finished the entire front 9, although I was clearly not among them. Even at my own party I managed to sketch off before the last hole.
My goal is to make this an annual event, much to the chagrin of the folks who are still feeling the hangover today. While I realize everyone is getting older and days like this are sure to become less frequent, I’m glad we could still come together and celebrate a day to remember the best way we know how, by drinking heavily and acting like college kids.
JLH
The expectations were simple and included silly costumes and day drinking with a competitive element that made things interesting. The attire ranged from simple preppy to over the top madras to one fabulous friend draped in a make shift putting green. The players were ready for a shotgun start, emphasis on shot. With the afternoon in its infancy, shots were slammed, beer flowed readily and the mood was high.
Several golfers intent on winning the round started strong with a hole in one at each of the first few holes, scored by finishing a beer, shot and mixed drink within the hour allotted at each bar. These people impressed me.
The strange thing about wandering around the Buckhead bar scene with around fifty golf-clad twenty somethings on a rainy Saturday afternoon is that bars aren’t really prepared for you. They are open for business though, and eager bartenders pour with passion for this unexpected afternoon boost in tips.
The competition was steep by around hole 4 and simply drinking was no longer enough. One golfer whipped out a Chuggler from her purse (if you haven’t had the pleasure, please check it out here LINK) while others did keg stands inside a bar, which I didn’t even think was possible. At Kramer’s on a Saturday afternoon, apparently it is.
At some point my $7 clearance rack madras skirt started falling apart. I had a noticeable rip on my right cheek and the back slit crept up throughout the entire round. I pulled down my pink Lacoste polo and kept going even though pictures reveal that this clearly wasn’t helping my cause to keep covered up.
I heard a few brave souls finished the entire front 9, although I was clearly not among them. Even at my own party I managed to sketch off before the last hole.
My goal is to make this an annual event, much to the chagrin of the folks who are still feeling the hangover today. While I realize everyone is getting older and days like this are sure to become less frequent, I’m glad we could still come together and celebrate a day to remember the best way we know how, by drinking heavily and acting like college kids.
JLH
