South Carolina 2011 - The Mini-Golf

Hole #7 was at the Village Pub, a pizza joint where I've been to in a previous trip down here. We decided to take this time to grab a slice and a few more cocktails. It seemed like a perfect time to fuel up as we entered the home stretch. Now was the time to turn it up a notch.

Meet the sexiest 3-Headed monster that you will ever lay your eyes upon. I dare you to pick one of the heads and make out with them. Wait... why didn't anyone pick me? I'm the center head! I'm supposed to get all the attention. Damn you head-Kevin and head-Gary!

I can't speak ill will against this bar because they had pitchers, PITCHERS MIND YOU!, of PBR for $3. I can handle concrete floors and no atmosphere (it was no surprise the guys who own Schooners also own this place) if they drinks are really cheap.

Everyone else got a hole in one at this bar except Melissa. Thankfully I got a shot of her before she shot instead of one afterwards because she was fuming mad. I guess I don't blame her that much because we all kind of rubbed it in a bit, especially James and myself. I thought she could handle some good natured ribbing but I guess I was wrong. What made it worse though was that Kevin hit his hole in one while shooting like that -------->.

Despite the fact that I am dangerously close to the King's crotch, I was just paying homage to my liege. You must bow before the King, especially when he is ruling you at mini-golf. I got a par on Hole 7 and so far was at -7 overall. Sounds good, but inferior to the King.

With a little support from her Husband I got Melissa to smile for a picture because even though he was beating her at mini-golf, we were still drinking and having a good time. Even her friend Kristen seemed to enjoy hanging with Gary, Kevin and myself. Which was odd.

Gary and Kevin seemed to be enjoying this sample of the Columbia, SC bar scene. The tourism board might be inclined to speak with them but beware - Gary and Kevin enjoy any place where they can consume alcohol and be themselves. You might not want their input.

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