I live near a golf club and went there once for a pint and was stared at like i'd shat on the bar. It was a charity night and i thought going then and buying their stupid raffle tickets would be a way to i dunno, have a conversation or something.
You may as well have just shat on the bar then, no better opportunity.
I worked at Gleneagles once after the Masters. It took a couple of days before they let members back on the course. When they came I watched the people play (I believe it's £50,000/year membership). Good god they were awful. Every one of them. I mean truly awful. There was one dude with his two adult sons, meaning he's possibly paying £150k/year, and you'd think the clubs were made of rubber or something.
I'm awful too, but I'd be paying maybe £20 for four hours of hanging out with mates and getting some exercise.