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Willow Dunes Country Club is the pinnacle of exclusivity, where only the truly distinguished (or the absurdly wealthy) dare to dream of membership. Our perfectly manicured fairways, gold-trimmed amenities, and roaming peacocks ensure that your golfing experience is as refined as your bank account.

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Inside the Gates: The Willow Dunes Blog

A golf ball is going into a hole on a golf course.
April 20, 2025
Guest Blog: Edward “Eddie” Langston
Two men are squatting on a golf course and pointing at something.
April 9, 2025
Brace Yourselves for Harlan “Hardpan” McCoy
A wedding cake with the number 24 on top of it
April 8, 2025
Between 7:00 and 7:15 PM on a Tuesday
A painting of a bee flying over a flower.
April 7, 2025
Masters Week Buzzes with Regret
A man is playing golf on a golf course with a bunch of objects flying around him.
April 6, 2025
By Eddie Langston, Willow Dunes Member & Guest Blogger
A wooden bench with the word country club on it
April 3, 2025
By Eddie Langston, Willow Dunes Member & Guest Blogger
A bunch of golf carts are lined up in front of a willow dunes mechanics shop
April 2, 2025
The Cart Inspection Program Nobody Asked For
A Willow Dunes dress code manifesto from 1997
April 1, 2025
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and tranquility blanketed the manicured fairways of Willow Dunes—until 10:42 a.m. on Saturday, when Member #738 stepped out of a luxury SUV wearing something so shocking, so brazen, so wildly inappropriate that the ripple effect is still being felt across the club. Designer. Denim. Jeans. Not “country club casual” denim. Not pressed, trouser-like denim. No. Actual blue jeans. With stitching. And—brace yourself—pockets. The Offender The member in question shall remain unnamed (though their initials are currently trending on napkins in The Gilded Fork), but sources confirm the jeans were from an “Italian fashion house,” as if European couture somehow excuses the cardinal sin of cotton twill on sacred club grounds. He claimed they cost more than most people’s monthly mortgages. He claimed they were “tasteful.” He even claimed that “this is what Augusta will be doing next year.” Immediate Fallout Within minutes: Eleanor Van Pelt was seen speed-walking (never running) toward the clubhouse, her heels clicking with purpose, clutching a copy of the 1997 Dress Code Manifesto like it was the Constitution. Max Sterling refused to serve the man at The Velvet Taproom, stating only: “We serve cocktails here, not culture collapse.” Lord Reginald Worthington III reportedly fainted into a velvet armchair, revived only by the scent of vintage leather and judgment. The Debate Begins By noon, an impromptu meeting of the Wardrobe Appropriateness Council (WAC) had been called. Arguments included: “If we allow designer jeans, next thing you know people will be wearing polos untucked.” “These were custom. Surely there’s an exemption clause for bespoke denim.” “The threads were gold. Does that not count for something?” A Compromise? A temporary ruling was issued: “Denim, regardless of pedigree or price, shall remain forbidden. Except on Denim Reconciliation Day, should the Board ever approve such a thing (which they won’t).” The offending member has since returned wearing khakis so crisp they audibly rustle. Final Thoughts Is the Dress Code too strict? Is tradition being weaponized? Are designer jeans just misunderstood linen? One thing’s for certain: nobody is talking about golf anymore. And that, at Willow Dunes, is the real crime.
A book is open on a desk in a library.
March 31, 2025
A Guest Blog Series by Eddie Langston, Willow Dunes Member & Author ofThe Mid-Round Manual
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