My partner and I got married before I had the chance to meet her father. The guy lived in Santa Barbara, CA on the other side of the country. My partner and I invited him to join us on the day of our wedding, but the guy had an important contractor meeting and could not postpone or delay the project. My partner and I were together for a year before every one of us decided to visit her father in Santa Barbara… I was distraught about meeting the guy, especially after he invited myself and others to play a round of golf! On the day that every one of us were supposed to meet at the Santa Barbara Country Club, our partner and I smoked a marijuana joint! She thought the marijuana joint would calm our nerves and help myself and others focus on the game. I was completely stoned when our partner dropped myself and others off at the club. I met George in the Pro Shop and every one of us joined many additional gentlemen on the course. The many gentlemen were contractor neighbors of our partner’s father, but we started on the first tee and I had a couple of fantastic shots, but as the day progressed and the marijuana started to sink further into our system, our shots were less and less structured. I hit a ball into a fairway that wasn’t even area of our hole. At the end of nine holes, I was 7 strokes over and totally embarrassed in front of our father-in-law. I thought the marijuana joint was a great idea, even though I should have stayed sober that day.