Grace had another grueling McKinsey workday on Friday – she didn’t get off the golf course until 8pm! I failed to mention last week that Grace won her match in the annual McRyder Cup tournament between her Silicon Valley office and the San Francisco office. She was also named next year’s captain. Apparently all this golf does benefit us professionally. This past Friday, she took a summer associate out to play Stanford in the afternoon.
On Saturday, we played golf with Brian at San Geronimo, which is way up north in Marin County. I always enjoy the drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, as it is an iconic reminder of how lucky we are to live in the Bay Area. The slow pace (5 1/2 hour round) and riffraff annoyed Grace, who vowed never to return – I liked to think it was leisurely. I was just happy to be riding in cart, given the 90-degree-plus temperature up there. Brian was showing signs of improvement, but more lessons are in order, as on-course instruction by me simply won’t do. I had a couple unusually well struck long irons, which gave me hope that I might be improving. However, several penalty strokes at the beginning of the back nine led to a very lackluster score – all good fun nonetheless.
Grace scolded me for taking pictures while driving on the way up there, so I handed the camera over to her. Here are some of her beauties. Not to toot my own horn, but while she was sleeping, I took some pretty good shots on the way home. I also made an executive decision to stop in Sausalito for some Lappert’s ice cream. I was originally craving a Jamba Juice, though I’ve only had a couple in the past five years. Sugar SMS’ed me that he passed one on the way out of San Rafael, but luckily we went another way so I missed it. My Lappert’s strawberry malt was so much better.
