This morning I woke up at four.
Then my dad and I left to the Pebble Beach National Pro-Am.
The parking lot was at an old military base and we had to go through security.
Security consisted of wiry nasally teenage boys in corporate sponsored ponchos.
They proceeded to shove my bag into a tiny wooden box and told me "Ma'am you can't take this. It doesn't fit in the box."
Duh. My umbrella is in there. No normal umbrella will fit in your tiny preposturous wooden box. So I then had to empty out the contents of my bag for all eyes to see and put them in a clear plastic bag.
Then we got on a shuttle with a tour guide who did an interesting rendition of "Straight Down the Middle" by Bing Crosby and an even more interesting rendition of "Singin' in the Rain."
We step off the bus into torrential rain and 30+ mph winds/
Then we walked about half a mile through enough mud to soak the bottom six inches of my khakis.
After asking at least five different "security" guards if they knew where we were supposed to be going, we finally found someone who could point us in the right direction.
So we get to the Hertz skybox.
We had front row seats on the 18th fairway right by the green in a heated trailer.
The tournament was supposed to start at 7:30 and by this time it was 10:30.
They said play was postponed until 11:45.
11:45 came and went.
The weather was just too awful.
Play postponed until 12:45.
Play postponed until 1:45.
Play postponed until 3:45.
So we ate lunch in the skybox and left.
After braving the elements again we got back to the shuttle and then back to the car.
To top off my wonderful excursion I now have food poisoning.
Hope you all had a better sunday than I did.