There's a golf course at the resort we're staying at. The last golf course I've been on, I was sledding down the giant hill at Forest Park in wintertime. Not really a golfy sort of thing to be doing.
Today, however, I decided, yeah, I'll walk out onto the golf course, partly because I don't think I'm supposed to walk out onto the course, and especially not onto the green. Kris asked if anyone was coming, and freaked a little bit when I looked, then said, yes.
Still, sorta fun in an itty-bitty-tiny-little illicit way.