The members of the SMGL decided to embark on a wise choice, opting to explore the local Shangri-La resort. One might assume that an upscale destination like Shangri-La, humorously nicknamed "the Lah," wouldn't welcome the mischievous SMGL group to disturb its meticulously maintained golf course. However, in the grand scheme of things, money speaks volumes, and the SMGL's funds are as good as anyone else's. In a world where even the classiest places embrace rowdiness – evidenced by the presence of karaoke on the lawn – it's clear that desires and actions often align.

Initial impressions were highly positive: impeccable condition and breathtaking views, with expansive water features lending an added touch of beauty. The greens were well-tended and rolled smoothly, ticking off key criteria for a resort course. A blend of short and mid-length holes presented intriguing choices, reflecting the essence of an exceptional resort course.

An illustrative instance lies in the opening hole – a par 5 spanning 475 yards, sloping downhill, and presenting a reachable-in-two opportunity with a well-placed tee shot. However, a pond strategically placed around the hole introduces an element of doubt, encouraging golfers to consider their strategy carefully. The safer play involves veering right to steer clear of the hazard and then employing a wedge for a green that slopes enticingly from that direction.

Similarly, the third hole on the Champions course catches attention – a potentially drivable par 4 at 290 yards. Guarded by a sizable bunker at 230 on the right and bordered by a lake on the left, the hole beckons strategic risk-taking. The green itself boasts a substantial bunker on its left side, serving as a cautionary reminder for second shots that miss the mark.

These examples epitomize the enjoyment of resort-style golf: fairways with a tad more breathing room, offering both cautious yet strategic plays and bold yet potentially rewarding gambits. These courses demand mental engagement on every stroke without overwhelming players with the burden of consistently choosing between two undesirable options.

Criticism of the course itself was scarcely heard, with gripes primarily revolving around the scoring and app usage. Such complaints typically surfaced from those facing a deficit at the moment. Imperfections, however, are an inherent part of any endeavor, and occasionally, luck decides outcomes. The takeaway? Soldier on, and make that crucial shot count.

While the on-course action held its allure, it's the surrounding escapades that truly enhance the weekend's greatness. Let's rewind to the beginning: a rather dubious rendition of "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" blared from the karaoke setup, courtesy of an unlikely crooner. Initial reactions weren't exactly promising, hinting at a potential weekend fiasco. Yet, Seacat stepped into the spotlight, belting out "Hallelujah" with the bravery of a lion. The audience erupted in applause. Not to be outshone, Potts and Joe embarked on a sensual journey of their own with "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", despite fumbling over the lyrics. Further questionable choices by others ensued, but the night's zenith was Seacat's rendition of Tim Curry's "Sweet Transvestite" – a melodious blend of mood and cringe-worthy lyrics that set the tone for a promising weekend.

One of the weekend's pivotal moments transpired on Friday night during the Champions Dinner. Donning their distinctive jackets, the SMGL members turned heads with a mix of awe and bewilderment. Clad in these splendid yet outrageous jackets, they made a grand entrance, causing a stir among onlookers. However, a minor setback emerged: the dinner was scheduled on the clubhouse patio, a delightful idea except for the scorching 105-degree weather, combined with the requirement to wear jackets. Recognizing the impracticality, swift arrangements were made, relocating the dinner to a private room, a more suitable setting for this spirited group.

A comical scenario ensued as FNG (F*cking New Guy) received his jacket amidst a series of amusing interruptions. Chuck initiated the process, which was punctuated by distractions and shifts, nearly leaving FNG in a state of perpetual anticipation. Eventually, his suspenseful ordeal concluded as he received his jacket. Such moments underscored the camaraderie within the group and the allure of becoming part of this tightly knit circle.

As the weekend unfolded, decisions were made – some wise, others not so much – all contributing to indelible memories. In the end, the Vacation Dads emerged victorious while the Swing Juice crew nursed their bruised egos. Nevertheless, the true victory lay in merely being present, sharing laughter, and absorbing the lessons about both golf and self that these weekends so often impart.

And among these lessons learned, one stands out prominently: when you find yourself in a dubious lakeside strip club, conversing with an out-of-state stripper, exercise caution when posing the question, "What brings you to Oklahoma?" The answer might lead down a distressing road, as exemplified by the response, "The Foster System."