Last night I went to a wine tasting party in my neighborhood. It’s a yearly event—people bringing two bottles of their homemade wines, one for tasting and one for the winner. As I prefer beer, I brought myself a bottle of Danish brew. It was also earth hour at 8 pm so the room was lit with candles. When the lights went on again at 9, everyone groaned and insisted they go out again.
There were also door prizes. I mentioned to several people that I often win the door prize so be prepared. I’ve won a bottle of champagne, a signed edition of Allen Ginsburg’s Howl, and a tee shirt and golf balls. There were about six prizes and after four I began to wonder why my number hadn’t been called. At number five, it was. I won a big glass beer mug, the kind you put in the freezer to chill. Cool.