Nick and Katrina love to play games. Whether that means playing a sport or playing cards, to them, playing games translates into fun. That works for us!
While in Memphis, we hit one of Katrina's and my favorite restaurants: Abuelos. Followed shortly thereafter with a game of Putt Putt, miniature golf.
Katrina had the brilliant idea of competing on teams, men v. women. Of course, competitive as she is, she wanted us to cream them. Nick's competitive spirit is equally strong, though neither of them allow losing to spoil their fun.
Nick and Matt vs. Katrina and Kim. We began late enough that one game was well enough. I must brag on my man at this point, during our game he scored three holes in one!! What fun!!
As the game progressed, it was too hard to keep track of how closely we may be matched as teams. We were playing, joking, laughing...having fun. In the end, after the last hole, the scores were dead even! We tied!!!
I loved it! The competitive among us, not so much. There needed to be a clear winner. It was easily resolved...either we're all winners or we're all losers. Winners, we know we are. :)
There are several reasons it was a great night. It was fun cheering on my husband as he played so well. It was fun being with old friends as they are nearing the day they begin their new life together as husband and wife. It was nostalgic, remembering the days I played the same course time and time again with my parents and sister when we were little.
Remembering how frustrated I became as I learned to play and how many golf balls were pounded up and out into the parking lot when my temper got the better of me. Remembering the wet and rainy days that made it yucky to fish out the golf ball from the holes. Remembering the days more recently of playing with one of my nephews on his summer visits.
It was nice being in a familiar place. A place with a lifetime of memories. Memories of family. Enjoying new memories with my husband and friends. What a great way to start our vacation...our visit home.
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