We don’t golf.
But, we did make sure to snap some photos of our “golfing” looks, right in the middle of the El Dorado golf course in Cabo. STOP EVERYTHING. Grab the camera RIGHT NOW.
We. Wore. Polos. (We never wear polos).
Our looks totally said, “Preppy boys from the East Coast, casually golfing on summer holiday, loosely using the word preppy only because we’re wearing polos, but, hey, polos are preppy, right?” Which just stands in direct contrast to our golf-cart driving. Our golf-cart driving said, “Two lunatics who got ahold of a golf-cart, are blasting Ariana Grande, speeding at 15 MPH (crazy fast, we know), racing away from the golf pros behind us, ATTEMPTING to stop us, who would rather poke their eyes out than see us golf, laughing and screaming, WATCH OUT to the other innocent golfers, who actually looked preppy.”
We should never be left alone with our own golf-cart. But, at least everyone on the golf course got to hear One Last Time by Ariana Grande. That’s called charity.
Oh, and one last time… back to the polos. We impulsively bought this Club Monaco ‘pajama’ polo (on Brock) right before we left for Cabo. We (and by ‘we,’ we mean to say, Brock) had been obsessing over it for weeks upon weeks. Weeks. Upon. Weeks. The trip was basically going to be a bust if we didn’t get it in time. A total bust.
So. Um. We got the polo in time!