I have to confess, running a successful golf tournament hasn't exactly been on my Bucket List, you know, ever, but, if it had been, I could have definitely checked it off after yesterday's event.
I started the day off bright and early, with Queen B and The Lesbians at my side (can I just say; my daughter and my friends are my lifeline right now? Because they are). We met three of my Board Members at the golf course, where, in the space of just under an hour, we managed to check in 108 golfers, handing swag bags to each of them and directing them to their assigned carts. Then, after a round of speeches (not my favorite thing to do, but, considering the majority of my other job duties, also not my most unfavorite); we sent them off for a shotgun start from one of eighteen holes on a completely gorgeous course.
Queen B, The Lesbians, and I then spent the following six hours racing around the course, restocking water coolers, handing out box lunches, and photographing each of the 27 teams who had paid good money to swing a metal club at a tiny ball. Not exactly my cup of tea, but, it raised over $30,000 for our nonprofit, so, no judgement, here.
The day wasn't without it's hiccups, of course, a couple of which I will probably suffer some fallout come tomorrow, but, I'm not going to think about that today.
Today, I'm going to be grateful for my friends and family, thankful that the tournament is in the rear-view, and, focused on the amazing Mediterranean-inspired salad that I made for dinner.
I used fresh tomatoes, my own basil, pearl couscous, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and perlini mozzarella. In order for it to be truly Mediterranean, I should have used feta in place of the mozzarella and cucumbers alongside the tomato, but, mozzarella was what I had on hand and, I can't stand cucumber, so, there's that.
I considered cracking open a bottle of my good Pinot Grigio to accompany the salad, but, recently it has occurred to me that I am using wine as less of a pleasure and more of a coping mechanism, so I've decided to cut back on my consumption and will save the vino for the next fun occasion that I host.
For the record, I totally blame the Covid for this state of affairs. Or, my job. It's a toss-up, actually.