Chapter 7: The Neek vs. The Rain

For those of you that live/have lived in Florida, and quite possibly for many others who have visited, you will know what I mean when I say Florida should not be called the “Sunshine State.” It should be called “The State-that-cannot-make-up-it’s-mind-on-many-things-such-as-weather State.”

For many days leading up to our date, it was raining- and not the typical Florida “Oh hey, I thought you could use a quick torrential downpour of water from the sky and then straight back to sun!” rain. No, that would be too easy.  It would rain for hours, then stop, then maybe a hint of sun, then rain, then just cloudy, then MORE RAIN.

For this reason, I had my preferred plan of starting off at the mini golf locations, and the backup plan of going bowling instead. Go me, right? Wellllll…..

About 2 hours before our date, the skies had cleared and the sun was shinning down like all the Florida postcards promise it does, so I chose mini golf.  I am now convinced, ladies and gentlemen that THIS is the sole purpose of Radar Maps: to foresee unfavorable date weather in advance before dragging your beautiful date halfway through a mini golf course. Oops.

Having successfully arrived at Congo River Golf with Christy, we began our game. We made it all the way to the 12th hole when the raining began. Quickly, we dashed up the next set up wooden stairs which, luckily enough, is at the highest point of the course, and is a covered pavilion with a nearby waterfall flowing just underneath us.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Rain falling, nice sheltered gazebo-type of structure overlooking a lush African-themed wilderness, I’m pretty sure we were hugging from the coldness despite it being summer… perfect opportunity to get my smooch on, right?

Not to Thomas. Instead, I believe my reaction was something along the lines of: “Oh hey! It’s almost stopped again! We should try to finish the course and stick to our schedule.”

Christy followed me down and we continued until around hole 14, which is when the real downpour commenced. Needless to say, we bolted along with all the other soaked mini golfers to the front desk, picked up a rain-check and headed off, wet clothes and all, to the next part of our date – foods!

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