[revised version: warning, lengthy epilogue; I’ve italicized for OJ so he doens’t have to read a bunch more :)]
[I’m sooo tired, I hope this is short 😂]
OJ, RRNL and I started the day with breakfast in the only place open at 9 o’clock — the oldest Kurdish restaurant in Liverpool (which turns out to be like being the highest jumping hippo —2021), where we had (OC) the full English breakfast, but OJ went exotic and ordered the Arabic coffee. It’s not one of today’s 3 pictures, but could be. Ok, it is…
After breakfast OJ and I made our way via Uber (he told them at dinner he couldn’t get a word in edgewise as the Uber driver, Marcelo, and I had a nice chat :)) to the Enterprise car rental place.
OJ told people later that he just couldn’t believe what happened to him happened there.
We get and get rather ignored. Finally a young woman, who was Irish (it’s good we don’t know her name) , took our info and everything, then said those terrible words, “let me go see if we have a car for you.” WTF?!!??!? So we are waiting, looking out the window, and here she is, walking across the road, and then around the roundabout. He says “where’s she going?” And I, optimistically, said going to another parking lot to get our car. He missed her coming back with a soda and a snack. When I told him, he was like WTF?!?!?!
She never came out again. !!!! 😡 😡 😡
So we waited. No one waited on us for 45 minutes! They ignored us. Meanwhile, two people came in, both from jogging (not kidding, both sweating} said something in a language I didn’t understand, to which the staff said, “Okay, I’ll get your car” and left.
I texted that i was about to go full Karen on them, when Milly came out (she was the first one to say “someone will be with you in a moment” — liar). She took care of us, eventually, re-doing some paperwork…and we left with a car.
OJ drove to the golf course. I kept saying “you’re too close over here” and he kept denying it. Then there was a small road with amazing 60 mph speed limit and he hits this S-turn and I saw a flash of red and “bang!!!”
He hit the curve on my side HARD! He couldn’t believe that we didn’t go flat almost immediately. It is okay. But it was huge.
As he tells it, it was a vintage red sports car coming around the S turn too much on our side and he slid a bit left to miss it and…BANG!!!!
We lived.
While we were doing that, the rest of them (minus EH, who was at the cat cafe with her friend from Manchester) went on the river cruise. This is the most river cruise picture they gave me. We heard no great stories.
And bought a wedding dress. (GB and GBRM are getting married next May, supposing they survive this trip).
This made for VERY interesting dinner conversation, I will tell you.
Food porn alert!
We went to a place, found by GB, NEXT to the Wetherspoons from last night (no food porn) at the railroad station (which is only a 10 minute walk away — downhill all the way there, unfortunately uphill all the way back). GBRM ordered the “Scouse,” which we had to look up to know what it was: it is the local name for their stew, which is a lot like Irish stew. This version had beef. Picture…
I also should mention that they went to the British Music Museum, which led amazingly to a sharing of the famed David Bowie/Bing Crosby Little Drummer Boy duet. Don’t ask how, I don’t know.
As for the golf course, wow. I have never played at a place where they gave you a code to get you through the door to the locker room and dining room. And “you can’t wear your cap in there”…to me. You know, because I want to show my head.
So, maybe the most boogie course we’ve played in the British Isles (OC including Ireland).
The course was good, the highlight was my caddy, who is an Everton fan (I felt sorry for him) and quite the cheerleader. He tried to talk me into wining the match. I think the official verdict is we’re even after day 1.
On the first par 3, John pulled his shot into the trap and as he walked up told me to get my camera. Here’s the video I got [GBRR, a youth, was able to translate it to a still for me. Thx :)]
the “OC on his knees” jokes write themselves. 😂 and he was quick to point out that he had to do this twice :)
The course was somewhat of a disappointment — I want to see the sea on a links course (my #1 on this is Kiawhea (sp?) where you almost literally walk on the beach to play some holes. The best notion of the Irish Sea was the oil rig you could see looming large out a little ways.
The highlight (non-golf) was the pheasants. They are really beautiful upclose, with their red heads and the stripes on their body. Keith worrried that you only saw males anymore. ):
Okay…I’ve walked 24.5k steps today. And have a 4:30 AM airport run to make.
Sorry there weren’t more jokes, James.
Post script (yes, again): I was too tired to tell this story last night. We came back from dinner and EH asked for info to check into her flight Tuesday morning (FYI it is light here at 430 AM). I forwarded her the info and took a shower. When I came back to the living room, she said “I guess you’re off the hook for the airport at 430.” Why? Guess. I guessed “I put it in my name”…No. “I got the wrong date.” Yes. Last Tuesday! We don’t know how. I asked how much to go and she said like £115 and I said “oh, you’re going”… she said, it’s not nothing and I said “I gave the f***ing caddy more than that in cash today…pffft”…the room actually kinda laughed. Win. :). (FYI I cannot retire for another year now 😢, like OJ and the wedding dress 😂😂) so she went to Dublin on the 620 flight this morning.
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