win a date with mike merrill

I think I mentioned that I went to Portland Meadows this weekend for an exciting afternoon at the races. It was quite a thrill. What I didn't mention was that this excursion was the first of four dates with Mike Merrill that I won on Thanksgiving. That's right. During our betting frenzy at the bowling alley and poker table I somehow walked away the winner of four hot, hot dates. I am prohibited by contract to reveal the full details of the bet, but rest assured it is complicated and absurd. A comedy of errors, if you will.

First let me say that Mike was a wonderful date. He held the door open for me, placed bets on my behalf, and literally put me on a pedestal:

It would have been a perfect afternoon, if not for the fact that Mike brought along his ex girlfriend, Fiona. Bad form, Mikey, bad form. Steve and Rebecca also came along. Hey Mike- are we Mennonites or what? How many chaperones do we need? Ugh. Men. Always so puritanical. Always. Luckily I love the pants off of Steve, Rebecca and Fiona, so they were warm blankets, not wet blankets. You know what I mean.

We had a great time.

And I guess our date was blessed by god because Mike and I both won big money (Willow= $16, Mike=$22). Here we are rubbing it in the faces of our friends:

So I guess I am on a winning streak. I play poker tomorrow night with the ladies, and I look to win a cool $35. No dates though. I don't swing that way.