This past weekend Mikey, Marshall, and I went back to Dallas to hang out with Josh.
We got the experience the awesomeness that is Top Golf!
It is basically a driving range on steroids.
Calloway made special golf balls just for Top Golf with tracking devices implanted in them, kinda like what Apple secretly incorporated into the iPhone.
There are a bunch of big 'ol targets out in the driving range that you aim for (or in my case, get lucky enough to land in/near/around).
It's pretty much like golf, darts, and bowling had a big fat totally awesome baby.
. . . and best of all . . .
There's food AND beer.
Hollllaaaaaaaaaa
I had a realllly rubbery gulf club, can't you tell?
Awkward face contest.
Look at those calvvvvvvvvves. Dayyyang.
I was basically a really pale, freckly Tiger Woods.
Charles is the best shacker ever.
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