We’re spoiled in Jekyll; It’s become a tradition here on the island to play a posh PGA-Tour-worthy golf course.
Trust me there would be major upset if we should ever leave Jekyll Island without getting star treatment on the course: lush fairways, lightning speed greens, and—my personal favorite—enormous bathrooms that somehow always smell like fields of daisies. Your typical golf experience nothing short of glamorous. Two years ago we played TPC Sawgrass, last year, Sea Island Plantation (where we saw our old buddy Fred Funk NBD). This year was no exception; we rolled into Sea Island once again in our janky white van (with a bomb diggity front grill mind you) in our usual style, this time to play the Seaside course. Needless to say, we were most likely blasting a quality 90s boy band song on the radio, much to our coaches’ heartfelt joy.
Once we were able to meander about, enjoying the clubhouse in all its grandeur (simply lovely, darling), we warmed up and went on our way. When I say “went” I mean “drove” because we had carts, fortunately for our blistered feet, yet unfortunately for our body temperature since it was such a cold day. As a bit of a golf snob myself, I was ecstatic with the condition of the greens (which sharply contrast the current turtle-paced condition of those we’ve been on—I warned you, golf snob). Louise, Kate, Hope and Meghan played in one group while Traci and I were stuck—I mean had the pleasure—of playing with Eric and Scott, our coaches (who really do deserve more than a round of polite golf-applause for putting up with our general silliness). I couldn’t speak for the others, but our group had more than a few ugly shots (because we’re rusty. Always “because we’re rusty”). However, the golf gods were occasionally on our side as Traci pounded her drives and Scott (ready for this?) actually got a chip in. I won’t bore you with the details of our friendly matches and results, but overall, it was a classic day of good-quality golf, topped off with the haunting tune of a lone, fairway bagpipe at the end of the day... Actually, as much as I’d like to romanticize this moment, we were just annoyed with all the bugs and the chilly air. Although we didn’t get the sunshine we hoped for (and therefore didn’t get tan, which IS the only goal in life), Seaside certainly lived up to its high and mighty predecessors of Plantation and TPC.