getting too happy

Evelyn had not slept well, being up for 3 hours during the night. We still had to get up at the usual time. I dressed and went off to play golf on winter Texan appreciation day at Tierra Santa. I had registered and volunteered to work from 12-2, but play at 8:30. When I arrived, the starter expected to have me bring 3 others. Since I was alone, I was given a pull cart and placed with 4 others in riding carts. They happened to be from Trail’s End but not among our worshippers. I was able to keep up with them but played very inconsistently, parring one hole and getting a 10 on another. I finished at 11 and hoped Evelyn would be able to get a ride with someone else to the golf course for a hot dog lunch. She had gone to the kitchen band performance but no one wanted a free lunch. Meanwhile I began drinking beer, and, after half an hour, ate my hotdogs and reported for duty. I was to return golf carts to the starter after people unloaded their clubs after playing. I saw some people from our square dance lessons and several from our park. After 1 hour, I was asked to go help with hot dogs because we had too many people at my job. I went but they had too many too. I met a young girl who used to volunteer at the hospital with us and had a good time visiting. I also saw Fran and Lionel and sat with them for a while. I had been drinking beer while working with the carts and continued with them. I drank until my time to serve was up at 2 (even though I had done nothing since 1). There were 2 Canadian women who wanted to dance but had no partners, so I danced with them. This is quite a party each year featuring a tent, dance floor and a band. This plus limitless beer, 2 hot dogs and fee golf with a cart. I left and came home. Evelyn had just lay down and I joined her. I was a bit too “happy” from spending too much time in front of the keg. I slept for 2 ½ hours. We had tickets to the soup supper at our hall. This is a new activity at our park. There is a happy hour followed by servings of white chili, hamburger soup and Irish stew. We missed the happy hour because I was too happy from the golf course. We still had a good time dancing and visiting with a couple we had not met before. Our neighbor, Tom Kruse, was there from the rehab hospital and will come to his home next week. We came home and watched some of the NCAA tournament.