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Beware of the Blonde Swinging Her Golf Club Like a Weed Wacker!

When you think of the word "golf," the words “Sarah Daoust” immediately come to mind, no? Kind of like how “Tiger Woods” goes hand in hand with “fidelity,” and “Mel Gibson” is practically synonymous with “telemarketer.” I mean, can't you just picture getting a phone call during dinner from Mel, and he's all: “You better sign up for this f*cking credit card or you will be pushing up roses, you f*cking pig!!” It would be hilarious!

So, yeah. Golf isn't exactly my bag, what, with the no high-heels policy and all. But the other evening I drove the golf cart while friends played 18 holes at The Grand Del Mar. And let me tell you, not only did I not run over any of the dozens of bunnies hopping about the course, but I also genuinely enjoyed the beauty of each fairway (that's a little golf lingo for ya) and the overall concept of whacking a tiny ball repeatedly until it succumbs to a small hole in the ground. Then afterwards there's beer and wine and snacks!

All it really takes for a gal like me to get into something is the excuse for a new outfit and the promise of booze afterward, and I'm in. So I'm scheduling my first official golf lesson for next week. I did promise myself I'd try new things more often, plus I need a new hobby. (It was recently pointed out to me that watching re-runs of “Gilmore Girls” home alone with an entire bag of Trader Joe's Salt & Vinegar potato chips by my side on my downtime is NOT a hobby; in fact, it's pathetic.) Who knows, golf just might be my calling.

All you fellow golfers out there, consider yourselves warned. Alert your children, all homeowners within a three-mile radius of every golf course in San Diego County (just to be safe), and all woodland creatures in the general vicinity. Sarah is coming your way! Wish me luck!

Sarah Daoust

Senior Managing Editor

sarahd@944.com

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