Tomorrow, I will be braving 90+ degree heat and possible afternoon thunderstorms to watch grown men walk around and hit a tiny ball with a long stick. All starting at 8:00 in the morning.
If you'd have told me six months ago that I'd be ridiculously excited by this prospect, I'd have told you that you were insane. And yet, here I am, obsessing over tee times and group pairings...
Go figure.
Worn out with friends over the weekend:
Tank Top: Ann Taylor Loft
Shorts: Gap
Shoes: Kenneth Cole (outlet)
PS: After looking at the pictures, I added a pink belt because I thought the look was just lacking...something. It definitely helped, but I was too lazy to take another round of pictures. Sorry!
PPS: Also, I think I've set a really terrible precedent with Steve, who ignored me for years when I complained about him watching golf. Now, he's learned that if he just badgers me with something long enough, eventually I give in.
Bad. So, so bad.
PPPS: Finally, I think you should know that I'd like Steve to wear this around the course:
But Steve was wanting to wear something more along the lines of this:
And this? Is why I should always be responsible for picking out Steve's clothes.
{photo credits: dailymail.co.uk, golf.com, golf.about.com}