for the extended delay. ... once again, the T-Joh shirks her duties as cyber-geek =) Just kidding Stu! I'm sure you were uber cool and popular in high school (cough cough) =)

Anyways, I think I have good reason to have not been updating, seeing as though I've been living the gypsy golfer life for 3 weeks straight.  

The Stanford tournament...well let's skip that one.  The only part we need to share is that the Bruins did NOT do well, and the T-Joh had to ride to San Fransisco Airport with the Blue Devils.  Not that Coach gave me the boot, but UCLA was flying out of San Jose, and I had to catch a flight to Houston with Blu.  To my astonishment, the did NOT strap me to the roof with bungee cords, in fact I had a blast sharing cupcakes with Alison Whitaker, and fondling Jennie Lee's ponytail.  

The Spirit was held at Whispering Pines and the contestants all stayed in cabins on the campsite.  Yes, cabins...that means bunkbeds, trees, public showers and NO CELL PHONE RECEPTION.  It was pretty much an LA girl's worst nightmare.  But once I got over the oodles of nature and girl scout camp flashbacks, it wasn't half bad.  They had some fun activities like Luau night, Kareoke night, Western night, fishing, ping-pong, you name it...and once in a while, we played a little golf too.  I have to admit, the highlight was getting into a sumo suit and sumo wrestling Blu.  Not only did she beat me, she absolutely humiliated me.  I'm talking belly-flop, wedgie throw, backflip status.  Seriously, not only does she have to have a perfect GPA, and be the best collegiate golfer in the nation, she has to be great at sumo-wrestling too...the ONE thing that I thought I could beat her at...I am asian afterall, it should be in the genes...Speaking of genes, Momma and Poppa Joh finally answered for all those watching, why Tiffany is so uncoordinated, as they played foosball with Poppa Blu and Captain Alli Jarrett. Let's say the Joh duo looked like 2 Baboons trying to program HDTV.

Blu and I didn't quite ham and egg it like we wanted to, we counted a double the first day with best ball and oodles of bogeys over the course of the next three days.  Our team (Us+Peter Uihlein and Cory Whitsett) ended up 3 strokes short of England.  The boys and Blu played solid, unfortunately the T-Joh wandered the woods looking for her balls and admiring the vegetation instead of sinking birdies on the last day. Still the week was a blast and I will forever be singing the Olympia camper of the day song in the shower. (Sadly, I'm NOT kidding.)

Right after the Spirit, I embarked on the 9.5 hour journey to Honolulu, Hawaii.  My face is still chapped from the 35 mph winds that battered our team for 54 holes.  The traveling coupled with the fact that my South African roommates at the Spirit had some strange cough, left the T-Joh a not-so-happy and sick camper.  After the 36 holer the first day, the 18 hole shotgun start seemed to last forever.  Coach started circling with her cart and slipping me milky ways and snicker bars to get me through the round, even then, I sat down  between every shot, even the putts, since afterall, reading greens is TOTALLY overrated. =)

Anyways, Wednesday night we took a red-eye back to L.A., and I realized that going to class straight from the plane is just about the worst form of torture that Satan can inflict on someone.  Whew! This was a marathon.  I'm going to let y'all chew on this one for a while. T-Joh OUT!