Brett invited Tony and I over to watch the St. Jude Golf Tournament from his parent's house on the 18th hole at Southwind on Sunday. They had the best covered patio ever. Fans, wine, beer, a breeze, what more could you want? I didn't even really want to get up and watch any, but we decided to walk from hole to hole and watch Phil Mickelson. The homes are gorgeous along the golf course and the weather was actually really nice from the rain showers earlier in the day.
The guys were so embarrassed that I asked someone to take this picture of us four. Tony is acting like he doesn't even know me and I totally spilled my glass of wine on me during this. Yes, I was walking around the course with some Rose'. Hey, but wasn't my outfit totally "golfy"??
So after about 4 holes, yep, my shoe falls apart. How embarrassing that I had to walk around the rest of the day with my shoe flapping along the course?? Thanks adidas!
Phil tees off, yep we are pretty much stalking him at this point. Hey, let's go ahead and say it was the guys actually doing the stalking.