bieber comes to breakfast

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after getting my frist birdie, seeing (not a regular, but) a double rainbow and playing 3 rounds of golf in the span of 48 hours, it was time to go home.  on the morning of the flight, we enjoyed an al fresco breakfast at a table next to a very - how-would-you-describe-it – boisterous family with an especially opinionated mother.  as luck would have it, i overheard the following conversation:

9 year-old girl:  mOoOoOoOm, but margie said that she didn’t like my haircut!

mom:  who CAY-uhs about what margie thinks? 

9 year-old girl:  but she is my friend…

mom:  sometimes your friends will say mean things and you just need to ignore them.  i think that mah-gie looks stupid with her dumb pigtails and seven bah-rettes, but you don’t hear me saying anything.  you need to be more confident!!

{pause} {wait for it} {pause}

mom:  that’s exactly what justin bieber did – he surrounded himself with people who encouraged him.  those were the same people who helped him become strong-uh and made him succeed!

jb proving that he likes "peace"

i always love it when pop culture gets referenced in self-esteem conversations as an example of how one should live life.  i chuckled through my coffee, my omlette, the plane ride, all the way home to san francisco, where we headed back to the presidio driving range, where i chuckled some more.