I drove my father freakin' nuts on this course. hee hee hee.
One of the activities we like to do together is play a Par 3 course from time to time. On my recent jaunt to Florida my father took me out to his local course for a morning of walking and sacrificing golf balls to the water gods. Dad likes to take me golfing because he can't figure out how I manage to hit the ball, much less how I manage to hit perfectly straight drives. My grip is decidedly non-standard (I didn't even know it was called a grip) and my swing - from what he tells me - has so many flaws they must all cancel one another out.
On this nice little course, with it's small but pretty meandering lake and compact holes, I made par twice. And kept hitting those nice straight shots that drive him nuts. I couldn't tell you the score because we don't actually keep score, my father and I. But I can tell you he kept shaking his head and throttling back all the advice he wanted to give his little girl on how to hit the ball. Maybe I should actually take up golf and really drive him crazy...
Cypress offers the standard amenities (clubs for rent, carts, a small shop to purchase balls, etc.) and had a very friendly manager behind the desk. He didn't even laugh at me much.