In June, 2011, I'm going on a golf vacation to Ireland with three of my best friends, Paul (my father), Jeff, and Jacob. Six years ago, we took a similar golf vacation to Scotland. At the time, I posted photos and commentary to a website that predated this blog. In preparation for our trip this year, I'm re-posting my commentary on that trip in October 2005.
On Wednesday, October 12, 2005, my 27th birthday, we played the Jubilee Course at St. Andrews. Unfortunately, it rained. Hard. After four holes, we decided to hop over to the back nine and play 15, 16, 17, and 18 back towards the clubhouse. You can't play just nine holes on these ancient golf courses because the ninth hole doesn't pass back by the clubhouse like newer courses do. Upon arriving at the clubhouse, the rain cleared (of course!), so we got to spend some time being tourists in St. Andrews.
I gave my camera to a nice old lady to take our picture in front of the most famous golf shop in the world, the "Tom Morris Golf Shop", but the significance was clearly lost on her, and we got a lot of asphalt and nothing of the sign.
I did it properly for Jeff.
The 18th green and the R&A.
"Look at that," says Paul, from underneath his new red hat bought at the Old Tom Morris Golf Shop.
That evening, the Old Toms cooked a dinner of lobster, salmon, and stovies.
One of the lobsters tries to get away.
These guys were fished out of the North Sea that morning by the fishmonger's son. (The lobsters, not the Old Toms)
You've gotta be careful with the rubber bands off!
Tough way to die...
The stovies look good! If you get your nose right up to the screen, you should be able to detect a faint onion smell.
The table is set!
The lobster is cooked!
Two claws and a tail for everyone. What a great birthday meal! After dinner, we had the awards cerimony for the Tom Morris Championship. The Old Toms won by 7 strokes.
Those bellies are awfully flat to be awarded to the Old Toms...
A representative from the Young Toms team awards one of the trophies to Jeff.
And the other trophy goes to Paul.
The victorious Old Toms.
That night, we went out to some bars.
Jeffery's Pale Ale.
Jeff plays the slots.
He almost won! Really!
In another bar, Erik and Jacob try to use their knowledge to win money playing Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. At least they won all their money back!
Starting with the smallest [in tonnes], put in order the annual catch by fishing vessels: A) Dogfish B) Plaice C) Catfish D) Haddock
Ship Tavern, Anstruther.
Pretty good, for timer photography.