No, you don’t seem “rich Annapolis douchey kid” enough. You seem nice. :)

My Dad was a member at a local semi-private club from the day it opened and he and I played there pretty much every weekend for 3 years. He and I were about as much “regulars” as you could be. Place was nice, but a little hung up about accentuating the divide between member and non-member amenities/facilities. Dad had…

I heard of a club in northern New England where the cell phone policy was so strict...

Me and my dad tried golfing on a really nice course in Chapel Hill a few years back, despite the fact that we were both pretty bad. We only had one set of clubs, which were lefty. I’m a lefty, so it worked for me, but my dad is a righty, so he struggled at first. Around hole three or so he decided that instead of…

These are all okay rules.

I went to the driving range with a friend while I was wearing jeans. Nice ones, but still denim. I’d never really been to a country club so I didn’t know that was a thing.

This woman driving a pink golf cart decided to hide behind a garbage can to take my picture to report me. Not approach me like an adult, not…

Not my cake disaster but I was witness to this as a plus one at a wedding. Couple orders gluten free cake because best man has Celiac (we know this because the table tents said in lieu of favors they were donating to several charities including one having to due with Celiac disease in honor of the best man). Bakery…

I worked at a golf course — not even a great one — and I was the insane owner’s hatchet man. I delivered at least three, in my memory, manilla envelopes with prorated refunds for people’s yearly memberships and notifications that they were no longer welcome. They were always pretty crestfallen and never knew what…

This is one of the cutest wedding photos I’ve ever seen, and hands down the cutest cake eating wedding photo I’ve ever seen <3

you useless cunts know why.

So much nope in that. I would have literally punched someone in the goddamn face. I paid so much to get my makeup done and even got airbrush foundation (which always makes me break out) if someone even attempted that I would have had a full scale meltdown.

My aunt Bonnie’s second wedding was a small affair in Lake Tahoe. Her cake was from a chain grocery store, which, since it was located Tahoe, did regular wedding cake business and had a pretty large bakery section. My aunt’s fiancé, Steve, picked up the cake the morning of the wedding and came back to the cabin we…

WHAT IS THIS AMAZING THING??? WHY IS IT NOT IN MY FACEHOLE RIGHT NOW???

NO. None of that is cool whatsoever, NO FUCKING WAY. You stand your ground, lady, and if your groom backs you up totally and warns them and doesn’t play the game when the time comes for the cake, you know you’ve got yourself a good one.

It is such an aggressive tradition. I just don’t get it. (I told my husband: No…

Pretty! I love the cake idea (having individual cakes instead of tiers) and that is a gorgeous blue.

I fear a different kind of cake disaster.

My wedding itself was a disaster, thanks to mommy dearest. Since the big wedding plans got cancelled, we were going to elope with just our photographers - we ended up inviting a few family members. ANYWAY. We went to a cupcake store while we were taking our pictures before we got married/met up with everyone, and…

Pepperidge Farm cakes are AWESOME if you have just broken up with someone and want to eat your feelings from a box with a fork in front of your television.

Had to delay my wedding ceremony almost an hour and a half because my friend who went to pick up my cake/cupcakes made the lady do them over while she watched. Apparently she’d just smeared icing on the top of the cupcakes (no cute swirl) and didn’t add the decorations my friend had asked (and paid!) for.

I wanted a 3 tier square shape, small and simple. My ex husbands mother claimed to be the cake boss of the rural south and “could whip that up easy peasy.” She kept me up to date on cake progress and everything she was super stoked, and I bought the hype. Come the day of our wedding (April fools day actually) we get…