It's been a good week. Provincials were a blast. I headed out with Casara and her mom on Monday, and we drove up to Rocky Mountain House. That day we played a practice round, and I didn't play very well that day, although it was probably because we used power carts, and now I realize that I suck when I ride in a power cart. I don't know why, but I do. Anyways. That night we went to Boston Pizza for dinner, and then we were so tired we just went back to our room and went to sleep.
The next day we woke early to get to the golf course on time. My tee time was half an hour later than Casara's, so I spent a lot of time practicing. I played with two younger girls I played with before; they're really nice. That day I played really well, and shot a 90, which felt awesome because it was the lowest score I had ever shot (I shot a 90 before). We went downtown to check it out and went shopping at a couple places for a bathing suit for Casara. At the hotel, we called up Ali and Christie to hang out, and we hung out in Christie's room with Christie, Ali, and Jen, watching TV and just talking for about two or three hours. We went to the only Chinese restaurant in town, and Casara had three bowls of jello and a bowl of icecream. It was funny.
We had to wake up earlier the next day because Casara had the earliest tee time of the day. I shot a 102, and didn't play as well because my pitching was off, and it was frustrating and it sucked because I knew I could play better, and it just wasn't working. The last five holes were a lot better for me, though. Casara and I went to the putting green and had a mini round. I lost and I owe her a golf ball. I owed her a golf ball from before when we bet what score a girl would shoot after shooting a 77 the first day (she shot a 90; I thought she'd shoot a 86 and Casara thought she'd shoot a 89). After we finished playing, Christie, Casara and I went to the pool and had a blast on the waterslide. It was like if we were little kids. We found out that if we blocked the water in the slide with our bodies, after we left all the water go you could go so much faster. We climbed up the waterslide and sat in there, and stayed at the pool for a couple hours before finally going out for dinner at Boston Pizza with Ali. At the restaurant, six other girls from the tournament that we knew were there, so we joined them. We made a bet how long the food would take to come, and Christie won three golf balls. There was a women's fitness contest on TV and the women looked disgustingly fit. And they wore weird costumes. We tried to take good pictures of Ali because she hates taking pictures.
On Thursday, I had one of the earlier tee times. My dad drove up to watch me play. It rained for the first four holes, but I was playing really well. On the fifth hole I messed up and shot a ten, which sucked but I played a really well back nine and ended up shooting a 93. It almost was disappointing, because without that ten I would have broken ninety. We went to the pool after the round again for two hours. Casara and I spiked a beach ball at each other, and I am actually scared of her because she spikes so hard. We went to Boston Pizza again for dinner with Christie and her dad.
I had a pretty sore shoulder from the waterslide, and my back muscle on my right side was hurting that night, and when I woke up Friday morning it was killing me. My tee time was at the same time so we had to wake up early again. I got ten minutes on the driving range before heading up to play. I got to play with Kristen Lee, who I had played with a long time ago but never had to chance to until now. We played with another girl, but she withdrew halfway through. My dad surprised me and came up again. My front nine was brilliant, despite all the pain I was in. I was making all my putts and I was doing really well! The back wasn't as great, but it was still pretty good. I shot a 88, my personal best and it was an amazing feeling. The walking scorer for our group was a guy my age, and he was really cool to talk to. He was really nice too. After we finished, we had to wait around for all of the groups to come so they could do final prizes and announce teams. I won low accumulated net for my flight, so I bought a new headcover (it's a donkey). I didn't make any teams, which was a bit disappointing, but there were a lot of girls my age who were playing really well, and I played my best, so I guess it's alright. I just with I could go to Montana with Ali and Christie, because this trip was such a blast.
I got a ride with Jen, and slept until Red Deer. I was so anxious to get home to see Gavin that the ride felt like it went on forever. When I got home, my AP results were on the counter. I got a 4! Gavin picked me up at my house, and the first thing he said when I opened the door was, "my heart beat faster just standing here."
We hung out at his house with Alex and Kevin. They were trying to build a soapbox out of a wagon, and one of the wheels broke so Alex was melting the plastic back. When we finally got it together, Gavin's dad took off the wheel so it was all for nothing. We managed to get the wagon down the road by leaning onto one side. Gavin pulled me in the wagon to the dump. After that, we went into his house and played pool, ping pong, and fooseball. We were watching Ocean's Eleven on TV until I had to leave, and everyone was tired so we all left at the same time. Gavin drove me home, and ... those last twenty minutes were amazing.
The next day we woke early to get to the golf course on time. My tee time was half an hour later than Casara's, so I spent a lot of time practicing. I played with two younger girls I played with before; they're really nice. That day I played really well, and shot a 90, which felt awesome because it was the lowest score I had ever shot (I shot a 90 before). We went downtown to check it out and went shopping at a couple places for a bathing suit for Casara. At the hotel, we called up Ali and Christie to hang out, and we hung out in Christie's room with Christie, Ali, and Jen, watching TV and just talking for about two or three hours. We went to the only Chinese restaurant in town, and Casara had three bowls of jello and a bowl of icecream. It was funny.
We had to wake up earlier the next day because Casara had the earliest tee time of the day. I shot a 102, and didn't play as well because my pitching was off, and it was frustrating and it sucked because I knew I could play better, and it just wasn't working. The last five holes were a lot better for me, though. Casara and I went to the putting green and had a mini round. I lost and I owe her a golf ball. I owed her a golf ball from before when we bet what score a girl would shoot after shooting a 77 the first day (she shot a 90; I thought she'd shoot a 86 and Casara thought she'd shoot a 89). After we finished playing, Christie, Casara and I went to the pool and had a blast on the waterslide. It was like if we were little kids. We found out that if we blocked the water in the slide with our bodies, after we left all the water go you could go so much faster. We climbed up the waterslide and sat in there, and stayed at the pool for a couple hours before finally going out for dinner at Boston Pizza with Ali. At the restaurant, six other girls from the tournament that we knew were there, so we joined them. We made a bet how long the food would take to come, and Christie won three golf balls. There was a women's fitness contest on TV and the women looked disgustingly fit. And they wore weird costumes. We tried to take good pictures of Ali because she hates taking pictures.
On Thursday, I had one of the earlier tee times. My dad drove up to watch me play. It rained for the first four holes, but I was playing really well. On the fifth hole I messed up and shot a ten, which sucked but I played a really well back nine and ended up shooting a 93. It almost was disappointing, because without that ten I would have broken ninety. We went to the pool after the round again for two hours. Casara and I spiked a beach ball at each other, and I am actually scared of her because she spikes so hard. We went to Boston Pizza again for dinner with Christie and her dad.
I had a pretty sore shoulder from the waterslide, and my back muscle on my right side was hurting that night, and when I woke up Friday morning it was killing me. My tee time was at the same time so we had to wake up early again. I got ten minutes on the driving range before heading up to play. I got to play with Kristen Lee, who I had played with a long time ago but never had to chance to until now. We played with another girl, but she withdrew halfway through. My dad surprised me and came up again. My front nine was brilliant, despite all the pain I was in. I was making all my putts and I was doing really well! The back wasn't as great, but it was still pretty good. I shot a 88, my personal best and it was an amazing feeling. The walking scorer for our group was a guy my age, and he was really cool to talk to. He was really nice too. After we finished, we had to wait around for all of the groups to come so they could do final prizes and announce teams. I won low accumulated net for my flight, so I bought a new headcover (it's a donkey). I didn't make any teams, which was a bit disappointing, but there were a lot of girls my age who were playing really well, and I played my best, so I guess it's alright. I just with I could go to Montana with Ali and Christie, because this trip was such a blast.
I got a ride with Jen, and slept until Red Deer. I was so anxious to get home to see Gavin that the ride felt like it went on forever. When I got home, my AP results were on the counter. I got a 4! Gavin picked me up at my house, and the first thing he said when I opened the door was, "my heart beat faster just standing here."
We hung out at his house with Alex and Kevin. They were trying to build a soapbox out of a wagon, and one of the wheels broke so Alex was melting the plastic back. When we finally got it together, Gavin's dad took off the wheel so it was all for nothing. We managed to get the wagon down the road by leaning onto one side. Gavin pulled me in the wagon to the dump. After that, we went into his house and played pool, ping pong, and fooseball. We were watching Ocean's Eleven on TV until I had to leave, and everyone was tired so we all left at the same time. Gavin drove me home, and ... those last twenty minutes were amazing.
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