Aug 21, 2007 10:06
Apparently, last night was an exception to the rule that I never win things.
Went to Crew, a local gay sports bar. The only reason I went was that it was the only place open that served a turkey club, which I was desperately craving. The Bears were playing, and there was a contest going on where you were entered into a raffle if you ordered a Miller Draft. I didn't, as I didn't particularly want Bears tickets, and I don't like Miller. As the game came to a close, and it became certain that the Bears were going to win, I payed out my bill, tipped very generously (50% as the waiter was polite, nice, and cute), and sat at the bar to have one last drink. My waiter gave me an entry slip and winked.
Then I won Bears tickets.
This morning, I find a voicemail that I missed last night. A bar by my old apartment, Waterhouse, had called, saying I had won the monthly drawing for an hour of free drinks for me and my friends. I entered that drawing almost a year ago.
I have never one anything in my life before this, excepting the time in first grade I won the estimating contest by guessing the exact number of beans in a jar. Know what I won then? A fucking sticker, that's what.
Maybe I should buy a Lotto ticket.