My Player is Moira Dunn
We were DFL of the back in the afternoon pro-am but Moira was notified yesterday that the last two groups on both sides did not have to play. They didn’t sell-out the spots. No matter. We played eleven holes anyway. This was a carbon copy of what happened to her last year.
It was Moira’s 40th birthday on the third but a surprise party was held yesterday evening. She has stayed with the same family for the past seventeen years and it was the perfect venue for the celebratory event. We whet are appetites on jalapeno half-poppers and asparagus spears wrapped in salami then dug in to Moira’s favorite, chicken pot pie and a special mac-n-cheese, which were the highlights. Red velvet birthday cake finished it off. Lest not I forget, every possible lubricating fluid on earth (at least it seemed that way) was flowing all night.
Every corner of the house was filled with eclectic memorabilia from the ‘50s. The Marilyn Monroe bathroom and Elvis basement were the most intriguing. A juke box – filled with the best music ever produced – seemed to be in every room. Mike Bunch started a sing-along towards the end and was pretty good remembering the lyrics. What a great time we had.
Players are getting their photos taken for the media this week and an action photo is an option. I was told Gerina Piller decided on a bunker shot for hers so after everything was ready and the lighting set up, she promptly shanked one right into it and broke the bulb.
It’s nice not paying sales tax. Oregon is one of the few states that don’t have one but I’m sure they makeup for it in other ways. Next week in Montreal, it’ll be a different story. I think there’s a tax on the air you breath.
According to a tweet from Diana D’Alessio, she has a torn labrum and may have surgery next week. Jean Bartholomew will be taking her spot in the field.
Then there was this: