Pace on Earth

Instant Karma

Friday night the rugby club hosted a fundraiser for the NB U-18 rugby team. There was a band, a silent auction, and a raffle of a Texas mickey of Captain Morgan rum. The irony of raffling rum at an U-18 fundraiser is not lost - they all drink vodka in high school now.

So I worked the event and Randell took me over there to drop me off. I told him he should come in and see what was up for auction. He found a couple things that interested him and bid the face value for them. He then left but on his way out the door bought a few tickets for the rum raffle. When they announced the winning bids for the auction I had to convince the auctioneer that he was indeed good for the money even if he was not present. The last event of the night was the draw for the Big Mick and, sure enough, the name that was picked was Wheat's. I wish I could tell you stories of the weekend that ensued but there was a storm and my memory got wet and I don't remember anything special. The evidence is there in the empty bottle though. I'm glad I Randy and I have friends otherwise we could have gotten really drunk.

So now we have this huge empty Captain Morgan bottle in the kitchen and the label on it is so big that the Captain logo is the size of a small child and it's eyes seem to follow you as you walk by. I've got half a mind to smash it when I get home. Then again what would that do for karma; I guess I let the little fella live.

Cuba Libre

posted by Vitamin S @ 6:31 p.m.