Well apparently I have had a terribly boring summer, seeing as how I have not had anything really blog-worthy happen in quite awhile. Basically my day goes as follows: wake up, drag myself out of bed, go to work for 8 or more hours, go home, watch Netflix (or read a book sometimes), try to work up the motivation to practice some French, go to bed, watch more Netflix, fall asleep, repeat. So yeah, with that repetitive schedule comes the sacrifice of doing anything worth blogging about. So even though it is Sunday, I am going to pretend that it is Thursday (you know, like Throwback Thursday) and throw it back to the beginning of summer. Back when I still had hope in the male gender and was accepting dates.
I always knew in the back on my mind that I was good at golfing. Even though I had never been golfing before, I figured that since I am absolutely abysmal at every other sport, there had to be at least one that I was good at. And since golf was pretty much the only one I had never taken a stab at, I just had to be good at it. So when my best friend Krista announced that her boyfriend's cousin was coming to town and that I was going on a date to the driving range with him, I was fairly excited to try my hand at the sport I knew deep down inside of me I would thrive at.
It looked simple. Place ball on tee. Swing. Easy enough, right? WRONG! I was sorely disappointed to find out that not only was I very wrong about my hidden talent at golfing, but that golfing was perhaps the sport which I was the very worst at. However, I did discover a secret talent during my hilariously embarrassing go at the driving range. I mean, it takes someone with serious skill to nearly hit herself in the head with the golf ball while attempting to drive in a forward direction. Yeah, try it. It's not as easy as you think. I've got skill. My embarrassment only widened as I witnessed my date hit golf ball after golf ball in a state of near perfection....with an injured wrist nonetheless!!
[But, on a side note, I would like to point out that on another date I went on this summer, we did shoot golf balls, and I was much better at that. And I've got the bullet-embedded golf ball to prove it.]
As our seemingly endless bucket of golf balls emptied, I was growing more and more relieved to finally be able to leave the golf course and find refuge in the cool, dark room of a movie theater. Now there's something I truly excel at. Watching movies. That's somewhat of a forte of mine. As my date watched me struggle making contact between club and ball, I was mildly confused as he asked me if I was good at making cookies. Well, yeah, I guess.....but I could not for the life of me figure out how that was relevant to our date at all. My confusion only deepened as he continued saying that we were going to win the competition hands down. What competition was he talking about? Krista had told me we were going to the driving range and then to a movie. As it turns out, she had told Kelsey, my other friend on the date, that we were going to the driving range and then playing games. But in all reality, we were going to the driving range and then having a cookie baking competition.
Well, I am fairly decent at baking cookies, but I must admit that I am much better at watching movies. But it really wasn't up to me, so back to Krista's house we went where we all quickly went to work concocting cookies without a recipe. I looked at the cereal box sitting on the counter amongst the assortment of cookie ingredients and facetiously told my date that we should put Krave in our cookies. Before I knew what was going on, he was pouring the cereal into a bowl and instructing me to crush it up. Well okay...either this was going to be brilliant or a complete disaster. And after making a fool of myself on the golf course, I was praying for the former. Honestly, I couldn't have duplicated that recipe in a million years of trying with both Daniel and I throwing ingredients into our bowl haphazardly. Oatmeal, chocolate chips, toffee pieces, butter, eggs, flour, cornstarch....I don't think there was a single ingredient on the counter (or even in the cupboard) that we didn't include in our cookies. And by the time they were ready to go in the oven, I was actually quite impressed by how edible the dough was. Maybe not fantastic, but edible.
Krista's cookies were the first to come out of the oven. Flawless and delicious, her cookies sent a wave of panic through me. Please let our cookies turn out good by some miracle. Next out of the oven came Kelsey's. Tasteless. They literally had no taste whatsoever. YES! Ours will at least be better than theirs. Then came ours. I tenderly took one of the cookies off of the cookie sheet, broke it in half, and gave a piece to my date. The second it touched his tongue, his gag reflex kicked in and he burst out in laughter. Our cookies tasted like chalk. Yep. I had failed at making a cookie that was even edible. Pretty sure that is like the one quality guys look for in a wife. I'm doomed.
But oh well. At the end of the night, we were all laughing about our failed experimental Krave cookies and having a good time. And even though I was horrificly bad at golfing and baking cookies, it was probably the most fun date I have been on this summer. And apparently the only good story I have from this summer! Let's all hope that 1) My golf game improves (at least to the point where I can get the ball to go horizontal instead of vertical) 2) That I never again put cereal in a cookie, and 3) That I go out and have some fun this summer so that a failed golf game and horrendous cookies are not the highlight!
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