So twice in the past three weeks I’ve engaged in the most unlikely of all pastimes.  Given my previously expressed interest in finding a new hobby – I can at least say that I’m proud of myself for getting out of the house and, well, trying something new.  But golf?  Really?  Okay, it’s not like I took a lesson with Tiger, or even shot a full round (mind you, I didn’t even shoot one hole), but still – I did something, the same thing, twice in three weeks!  That sounds like a.. new hobby.

Let’s back up -

So a few weekends ago I was at home keeping company with some old friends from college and my dear best friend Linds, and we, out of boredom, decided to make an action packed afternoon.  We went furniture shopping, ran errands, went to the driving range, ate dinner at the country club, attended a minor league baseball game, went to a comedy show at the Comedy Connection and then finally, made a night of it out on the town.  I said it was action packed, right?

So yes, up there somewhere in my fun filled day was: a trip to the driving range.
I must say, I somewhat surprised myself with how easy the golf swing came to me.  Being a lifer in the game of softball, I was worried I’d be swinging for the fences.  I didn’t.  I got the hang of it quickly.  Surely Gramp’s golf lessons in Florida as a small child helped.  No?  Okay, well maybe.  Anyways it was fun.  My balls rarely cleared 100 yards, and my swing is far from perfect, but it was fun.

So this past weekend when forever boyfriend turned ex boyfriend turned maybe kind of back together boyfriend and I were thinking up activities for a nice Saturday outing, what came to mind?  The driving range.  We did a bit of Googling to find ranges near the city and took a chance with a McSomething’s in Dedham, MA.   It was great.  Cheap, available, and well.. yanno it was a driving range.  So we hit and hit and hit, and TJ taught and taught and taught until…

I broke his F’ing golf club.  What is this baseball?  Are we using wooden bats like the pros?  Or is this hockey?  Yea, I’ve had my fair share of broken sticks.  But until Saturday, I was not even aware that you could break a golf club.  After nearly a full bucket of balls I took one swing at the poor sucker and whooosh.  Off flew the head of the club.  I’m pretty sure the head (don’t know what you’re supposed to call it) went further than the ball on that drive.
Fortunately it (and the ball) went straight, and the head of the small 3 year old driving next to me (I kid you not, 3) was spaired.

After that drive we finished with minigolf.

Where I proceeded to beat TJ!  I think.. at least that’s what he told me on the walk back to the car.  He must really love me, well at least when I’m not taking a thousand annoying pictures.

I’m bored. I am so, terribly bored. It’s Sunday, and I’m surprisingly not hungover, and on this Sunday I’m alone. Boyfriend is playing baseball. Roommate 1 is in bed sick. Roommate 2 is spending the day at an event with her family.

It’s going to rain soon, so although I’m tempted to throw in my earbuds and go for a stroll, I’m not. I don’t want to get caught in the rain. I’ve been sitting in bed reading through the blogosphere for almost 2 hours and it’s been about all I can take.

I need a hobby. It’s such a simple statement. I need a hobby. But the problem that that statement describes is actually a lot harder to solve than the simplicity of the statement implies. Rattling off a list of hobbies is easy. But come on. Bike riding? Scrapbooking? Origami? Let’s be serious. Finding a hobby that is entertaining, fulfilling, realistic, inexpensive… and well… just appealing to me is hard. Everything I think of entails money. And I strongly believe that finding the right hobby should not break the bank. Possibly not even tap into the bank. And although my roommate just reminded me that most hobbies tend to be things you tackle alone – I don’t want to do something alone! I get bored when I’m alone for too long.

Heather, Ashley and the rest of the Gibs knit and crochet, but I just think I’ll get bored! What is wrong with me! Always, always bored.