Normally FrontBurner doesn’t work on Saturdays. We’ll make an exception tomorrow (and Sunday). Here is a tease for Anthony Pulido’s report tomorrow:
I will focus on the new 17th, where the majority of cross-armed accountants in Oakley sunglasses will be mumbling things under their breath about the hot girls they are too old to get and cursing the wealthier men in the elite sky boxes above them. Hopefully it will be a much cleaner and friendlier atmosphere than yesterday, but I seriously doubt it. If anything, I will try to see if this 17th green really comes to fruition as being the new party scene.
I was able to use my press pass to get into one of the elite sky boxes on the 17th where I made friends with a nice gentleman in charge of said sky box, who told me I could set up shop there to cover the 17th all week long. But I doubt I could write anything about the people in there because just about everyone in the place probably knows Wick Allison.
Much of my time yesterday was spent at the 17th and I can assure Anthony, there will be no shortage of material for him to write about. Looking forward to reading his report…
How about a Byron Nelson wardrobe guide for weekend attendees?
Bikini top, tutu, fedora, and a pair of chuck taylors.
Oh damn Bethany, you’re wearing that too?!
Fine, fine. I’ll go with the marabou-trimmed hot pants, flashdance sweatshirt, side ponytail and the wellies.
We can’t be too matchy-matchy.
Don’t forget your camel toe.
I was thinking nude colored fringed suede top and cut off jeans shorts. With heels that sink into the mud to prove I do not give a rat’s ass about golf. I might throw on the beat up cowboy hat too and then slap my ass and let everyone know I am truly one high class Dallas broad. Well Dallas, via Addison or Mesquite.