Lavender Daughter’s Moline Club Baptism

On Sunday night, I texted my best friend: ā€œIā€™m lost in an abandoned country club, and I just found keg half-full of beer.ā€ Because I like to send her tidbits from my life with little to no context. There were a couple of things wrong with the text, though ā€“ excluding the fact that, yes,…