This Ain't No Tea Party
Well, that's not exactly true. I heard my neighbor was havin' one of these events at her house so I dropped in on a shallow pretense to find out what was actually takin' place.
I once saw a tea party movie and they were cuttin' the crust off their sandwiches but the spread my friend whipped up for her shindig consisted of baked asparagus, cheeses, dip (made of caramelized onions, cream cheese and an assortment of secret things), cookies, and, of course the crust-less sandwiches. I'll have to admit the sandwiches weren't bad.
So I started thinkin' she went to a heap more trouble than it takes to do most things. So much trouble it seemed she forgot the tea.
Then I noticed this tea party was servin' cold tea. My friend even froze mint leaves inside ice cubes to put in the glasses.
I passed on the iced tea so she handed me a mimosa in a pint glass.
The first one I drank had a strawberry straddlin' the rim. I don't remember much after the third one other than walkin' home through somebody's vineyard and slippin' in the mud. When I got home, I looked like I'd been ridin' bulls again.
In my early 20's I was interested in bull ridin' until I met a nice fella who was 29 and a professional bull rider. He said it took him twenty minutes every mornin' to get out of bed.
That's when I took up golf.
And in the short time I've been playin' golf I've learned one thing.
It ain't no tea party.
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