Pub Golf

After yet another loss to the hands of Hampstead, a majority of the team ventured into town for our Christmas party/pub golf debacle. This was my first experience with the sport, and if our country wasn't so massive I would recommend it. Here's a quick breakdown of the rules. Every drink is a hole, in our case we had every pub designated with two drinks as to keep our travels to a minimum. Each time a sip is taken from the designated drink from the list it counts as a stroke. The stronger or larger the drink the higher the par. You neck/slam/pound/down the whole drink in one that is of course a hole in one.

The game got off to a smooth smart with most of us getting a few holes in one in a row to start. If you know my drinking habits (it obviously is inherited from my father who gets pissed off of one Manhattan) I could only really last nine holes, which is more than I can last at real golf. I was then back to drinking pints at my own pace...very slowly of course. After hitting the Ale House for a few boundys, we finished at the infamous Huntsman. Of course the two pseudo alpha males, Sharky and Jeff, claimed to be tied after 18 holes warranting a playoff hole. The official for the match Nik Roberts disappeared to the bar to return with two pink drinks and 2 shots of Bailey's. The shots were dropped in and the drinks began to curdle. Both drinks were downed, Sharky's staying down and Jeff's reentering the atmosphere as fast as it was consumed, to the displeasure of the unfortunate table. After some unnecessary dancing we made our back to the hostel we rented and began to act like children. Wrestling matches broke out, underwear was forcefully removed, and my camera had a very bad meeting with the wall at high speed...it clearly deserved it!

To add insult to injury, the runner up Jeff, also vomited in the street the next morning!All pictures from the evening can be found here