Tonight
I went to a Christmas dinner that—according to the invitation—was scheduled to
last two and a half hours. As I was
driving to the hospital (yes, the dinner was at a hospital) I thought to myself,
“Why is this dinner scheduled to last so long?
What are we going to be doing for two and a half hours?”
After
we finished the dinner, my questions were answered. Bingo cards were passed out and several
rousing, crazy, full-contact rounds were played!
Yep, I
know. I feel the same way. It’s hard to believe that a guy can be living
this kind of thrill-a-minute existence, huh?
