We grabbed a bay at Topgolf early in the afternoon. The sky was bright blue with just enough clouds to keep the glare down. Looking out past the shaded bay, the massive netting poles stretched up like a giant cage over the neon-green target circles. Man standing at a Topgolf bay holding a club He stood on the mat in a grey tee and white shorts, casually holding his driver, contemplating his next swing while wearing socks and slides. Not exactly traditional golf attire, but it fit the relaxed mood perfectly. In the foreground, our table was cluttered with the usual driving range fuel: sweaty plastic cups filled with ice water, a crumpled black napkin, and table tents advertising summer fun passes and bar bites. The contrast between the dark, shaded interior of our seating area and the bright, artificial expanse of the range gave the whole afternoon a lazy, detached feel. Just swinging clubs, watching the ball drop into distant nets, and drinking ice water.