Last month, I took my husband on a date to do something I wanted to do. I chose an activity that was not in his wheel house and didn’t really consider if he would want to go. Well, that’s not entirely true; let me explain. Chase and I decided at the end of 2016 that we had entirely too few date nights, and made a pact to go on at least 12 dates in 2017. The kicker to this deal was that our date night idea had to be something we wanted to do; we couldn’t pick an activity for our spouse. The end goal was to get each other out of our comfort zones and to be able to see what was fun for the other. January was my turn to choose date night, which was painting and wine. This month, Chase was elated to take me golfing.
On an unseasonably warm February night, I begged his help to try and find something to wear. I had never done anything with a skill level higher than putt-putt (see: me kicking it down the aisle), and I really had no idea what I was doing. I happily settled for jeans, sandals and a cute top. (After all, it was a date night, right). Chase donned his “extra fratty” golf shirt and lavender shorts. I’ll be honest, I was nervous. I had no idea how to hold a club, how to swing and club, or even how to keep score. Thankfully, Chase was my guide and it was easier than I thought.
Topgolf had a full set of women’s and men’s clubs to use, and they were in very good shape. Our bay had a table, chairs, music, a personal waiter and a little driving pad to hit balls from. The automatic ball caddy was super fancy!
After two heinous swings and misses, Chase taught me to how to fake-spot-a-ball in the case of a miss, and then how to properly squat, grip and swing. I nearly threw my back out by the second game, but Chase was so proud of me. I kept it up. By the third game, I had a mysterious voo-doo grip on the club that sent the ball sailing past the third target, and I would not let it go. I hit at least 7 balls to the exact same spot, which was my only saving grace to actually put points on the scoreboard (the balls have little RFID chips inside that scan pass the targets and score, much like skeeball points).
With only two hours of driving time, Chase and I played plenty of golf, had some fabulous cocktails brought right to our bay and indulged in so many cheese fries I needed a nap afterward. I was also pretty darn proud of making it onto the scoreboard at all, but let’s be honest… I look like I should be playing croquet instead!
Overall? A super solid date night that I was proud to attend. Seeing my husband revel in teaching me something new was really heartwarming. And trying something new? Well, cross it off my bucket list, for sure. Maybe I’ll hit the front nine with him one day as his official golf-cart driver. Now someone pass me my Arnold Palmer cocktail with a curly straw!