Honestly I’ve always wanted to join Metrowest Golf Club ’cause it’s got that nice course everyone talks about. Thing is, I didn’t know anything about the membership stuff. Felt like a big secret club or something. So last Tuesday, I thought to myself: screw it, let’s figure this out once and for all.
Starting with the Basics
First thing I did? Grabbed my phone and just typed “Metrowest golf club membership” into Google. Honestly, I was hoping for a simple price list. Ha! Like that exists.
Instead, I saw you gotta contact them. Fine. Called the main club number. Ring ring… some lady picks up. Sounded real busy. Told her I’m new and wanna join, what’s the deal? She gave me the same line: no prices over the phone, gotta come in person. Said I could set up a “membership orientation tour” whatever that is.
Going Down There
Booked that tour for Thursday morning. Drive down, kinda nice place actually. Guy named Steve met me at the door, shook my hand, seemed okay. He walks me around for like an hour. Showed the pool, the restaurant, all the clubhouse stuff… felt fancy. Then we finally get to the course. Grass looked green, nice.
While walking, he finally starts dropping hints:
- “Well, you see, the initiation fee varies…”
- “Monthly dues depend on the membership level…”
- “There are different categories, see…”
Kinda frustrating, felt like pulling teeth. Eventually we sit in his office.
The Actual Signing Up Part
Steve plops down a stack of papers. Finally! Real info. Here’s the rough deal he laid out:
- Full Golf – The everything one. Play whenever.
- Weekday – Cheaper, obviously only Monday to Friday.
- Social – Eat at the place, use the pool, no golf.
- Junior/Young Exec – Under 40 got some deals.
Initiation fee hurt my soul. Seriously, thousands. But apparently you can financin it over years if you groan loud enough, which I definitely did.
Monthly dues also a punch. Think car payment level. Plus food minimums every month. That means you gotta spend money in their restaurant even if you don’t feel like it. Sneaky.
Steve slides the application form across the desk. Mostly just name, address, boring stuff. Needed two references too – used my buddy Mike and my neighbor Sal. Just put names and numbers.
Handing Over the Money
Then the moment of truth. Had to give a deposit. Pulled out my wallet, felt heavy. Swiped my plastic. That deposit holds your spot while they call your references and “review” your application. Felt like applying for a loan.
Steve said they’d call me in 2-3 days. Felt like the longest weekend ever.
The Waiting Game
Monday morning, phone rings. Bingo! Steve. Said my references answered the phone (thank god Mike was sober) and my deposit cleared. I was “approved”. Phew.
Had to go back in one last time. Signed a million papers. Picked a tee time slot they “suggested” for new members. Got this little plastic card – my membership ID. Finally done.
Took about a week, few awkward phone calls, and several chunks of cash. Now I gotta go practice so I don’t embarrass myself.
