So last night a lighting manufacturer hosted a croquet outing for lighting designers. Being that I am always up for a good time (and free food), I was in attendance.

The event took place at a very posh country club and was attended by about 30 others. I had not worn white trousers as one is supposed to do for an event at a posh club, but I was not alone in my lack of white trousers, there were a few others. Next year perhaps I will buy a pair of white pants specifically for this event. Upon arrival were greeted by cold Pimms (apparently the summer beverage of choice for posh country club going croquet players).

Soon after downing the pimms, we were given a brief introduction to the rules, um excuse me… the “Laws” of golf croquet (most games have rules, croquet has laws). Then we were given a few pointers on technique from the organizer after which the tournament got under way.

I paired up with a co-worker of mine and we had gotten a lucky draw, resulting in a bye to the second round. In the second round we beat our formidable opponents 4-1. This was my best game, my shots did what they needed to do.

Up until this point it was great fun. Then, like a gift from above, out came the plaque (I think I actually heard angels singing). There is a plaque with the past years winner’s names engraved on little shields. This changed everything. The competition became fierce…

My partner and I went on to eek out a 4-3 win in the semi’s (thanks to his great skill). Then came the finals, for all the marbles, and eternal fame (via the heavenly plaque). It was tense and getting dark, wickets… um excuse me “hoops” (apparently they are only wickets in the US) seemed smaller and the mallets seemed heavier. When it was 3-3 I had a clear shot to win the game. I missed, now this is no back yard croquet, the hoops are only 1/8″ wider than the diameter of the ball. Even a straight shot can be difficult, but I was disappointed none the less. Thanks again to my partners skills we were eventually able to eek out another 4-3 victory and the glory was all ours!

I am officially a croquet champion! And there is a plaque to prove it.

I will be giving master classes on my next trip to the states. Admission is $65 (includes mallet rental, white trousers and certificate of completion). Space is limited so register early.