If you read Anna over at abdpbt, you might have read this post about the Masters this past weekend, and Augusta National Golf Course. She made some comments about the South that I took issue with – and then I uploaded my pictures from this weekend. When I commented on Anna’s blog I was all Hey, don’t hate on Southerners man!
But after checking out the pictures from the oyster roast at our family farm Saturday night, well… I might better keep my mouth shut.
So in an attempt to be the kind of person that laughs at herself, I am hereby making a list in pictures: “It’s Not a Good Idea to Make Fun of Rednecks If…”
- You have family members and friends that camp out in your orchard.
2. Your father excels at beer pong.
3. Your husband wields a pitchfork to “keep an eye on the fire.”
4. Your bonfire burn pile totters high above the roof of the barn.
5. You can shuck an oyster and drink beer at the same time.
6. Your charcoal grill requires at least two chaperones.
7. You have to use a spelunking lamp (or whatever they’re called) to see your hot dog.
It was fun. Even if we did come across a little “down home.”
Dude, one thing Southerners have on the rest of us is how to have fun and make the best out of everything. I’ve always admired that (stereotypical) feistyness you get from the South, like in Southern writers.
But seriously, my post was supposed to be satire on the Augusta Golf Club, not the South en masse. Augusta has some of the most absurd rules in the country, and many of its members are CEOs and board members of Fortune 500 companies, who aren’t even Southern!
But, point taken.
Oh, I know. Those men are old school, and not in a good way.
I’d say we definitely made the best out of our night – we kept calling it Farmstock ’10, because at the end of the night we were all sitting around the fire singing…I don’t remember what, though. I think it was the keg.
ummm…that looks like a PERFECT night to me!
It was fun!
I lived in Hattiesburg, MS for a while, and I remember several parties as shown in these pics. Bonfires, guitars, beers, and just good times away from the rest of the world.
Now Augusta, that’s a whole different world, and as far as I’m concerned, their rules are just fine, they can have their little corner of the world. I think it’s incredible, arrogant, crazy, and pretentious, but you some things just aren’t worth changing.
Imagine someone being able to speak to the board at the club, and having the board members respond with “by Gawd, he’s right! We have been messed up for a very long time. Open the gates, let everybody in!”
As for me, I don’t allow the members of Augusta National at my house.
Ha! They’re not allowed at my house either, but that’s mostly because I hear they make TERRIBLE gin and tonics. And also, their wives are a little too plastic for me.
Having lived the first forty years of my life within twenty miles of said golf course I am proud to say I have never been there. My ex has of course. Me just not interested. I think your gathering was superb. Absolutely the way things are done where I am from….good times