I posted this story in another forum, but I think its appropriate here:
A few years ago a friend of a friend invited me out to play at Country Club of the South, a super-rich course that is actually right next door to River Pines where the outing will be. There was no one famous in my foursome, but our betting pool that day included Steve Bartksowski and John Smoltz (nothing big, $20 a man for a Chicago tournament). About four holes into our round, I really needed to relieve myself, but I wasn't about to wander into the woods on a fancy course, built among schmancy houses. There was finally a restroom on the 5th or 6th tee, so I slipped in there before teeing off. When I popped out of the restroom, one of the members of our foursome said to my host "What kind of woman did you bring with you today? There are plenty of places for men to pee all over the course!".
A few years ago a friend of a friend invited me out to play at Country Club of the South, a super-rich course that is actually right next door to River Pines where the outing will be. There was no one famous in my foursome, but our betting pool that day included Steve Bartksowski and John Smoltz (nothing big, $20 a man for a Chicago tournament). About four holes into our round, I really needed to relieve myself, but I wasn't about to wander into the woods on a fancy course, built among schmancy houses. There was finally a restroom on the 5th or 6th tee, so I slipped in there before teeing off. When I popped out of the restroom, one of the members of our foursome said to my host "What kind of woman did you bring with you today? There are plenty of places for men to pee all over the course!".