Scoooore!!

Or I mean hole in one.

Some time ago I was suppose to go golfing with my flatmate and two friends. So they went to meat me in front of my building. But because I am a bit slow they send my flatmate in to get me. The thing is that when he is in one elevator on his way up I’m already in the other elevator on my way down. A classic isn’t it? When he gets down again we both notice that we have forgotten to take our passports with us (we need them to get over the border from Gibraltar to Spain) so we both go up again to get them. One of our friends is at this point really irritated and the other one is just very amused.

After that little delay we finally manage to cross the border and go to the golfing area. When we walk inside to pay we notice that it is really quiet, too quiet. In fact there are no people around at all and then, we see a note with the opening hours. They closed 5 minutes before we got there. Unlucky I would say.

To still finish the evening with doing something fun we went to eat at a tapas restaurant in La Linea. The tapas were delicious and the finishing meat plate really finished us off. It was a mountain of meat and even though we were four people, three of us manly men, we could not finish it. Later when I got home tired and filled with meat I got inspired to draw this little picture.

Ps, The man on the picture is one of the employees at the golfing range that was playing after working hours.