i am feeling a bit of guilt. My job allows us to win tickets, and as you know I’ve been pretty lucky. I’ve won tickets to several concerts, a magic act, a musical, some baseball games, and so on.
Honestly, I only signed up for the drawing for the PGA Tournament because it would afford me access again to the Bellerive Country Club. I’ve only been there once and, even though I remember being a little put off (there were five foot chandeliers every six feet, excessive), I do like rubbing shoulders with wealthy people and seeing how long before they find me out.
That’s why the day I found out I had won tickets to Monday’s practice round, I began shopping. Well, I began researching, then I began shopping. I am sure if I had ever seen a golf tournament even on television I would be better prepared for what is expected of my attire.
Thursday, while I was shopping for a coordinating top (I was wearing the pants I’d found the night before), I encountered a older lady who had been to a golf tournament, back in the day, and she said the pants I was wearing would pass, but my shoes would probably not be acceptable. I went home and polished my filthy shoes.
This is what I plan to wear. (Because that’s what it is all about for me. I only know two golfer’s names, Rory and Tiger, and I am afraid Tiger is the only one I could identify by sight.)
I can’t decide between the black tee and the patterned blouse. I feel the tee looks more sophisticated, but there have been conflicting messages about what is business casual from the country club and the company. I do have a tiny black bag and I could pack one as a backup.
It is all pointless, of course, because it will be 97 degrees and I will be a sweaty pig parading in rumpled J. Jill linen pants. I doubt I will get past the door.