Jer's had a set for years, but mostly it's sat in the garage getting dusty. But yesterday was so sunny and nice that when he suggested we go to the driving range, I did not say no.
Going to the driving range is not something I've done much before, but Interbay Golf Center seemed to have very well-maintained and modern facilities. The whole area consisted of two covered levels. We went up to the second level, at the far end, and Jer punched in the code from our receipt to receive our bucket of balls.
Jer was extremely patient showing me the basics of a swing. By the end, I won't say I was any good, but I wasn't embarrassing or hurting myself -- always a plus.
Afterward, we drove down the street and had dessert at Redmill Burger. I ordered a chocolate malt, having earned every sip of that liquid heaven.
Because Jer knows the best way to get me to do something I'm not sure I want to do is offer promises of chocolate milkshake.
I guess golfing isn't so bad.