A Plethora of Meat and Color

I did not blog about, nor do I care to remember what happened last Sunday morning.  Dance party gone wrong, Dylan cracked his head open.

Anyways.....that significantly changed our agenda today.  

Today was Dyleva's color run.  Eva looks forward to it every year.   Dylan usually cries because people are throwing stuff at him, but whatever.  

After the incident, 'no water, no horseplay, no dirt till stitches come out,' we decided it was best if we divide and conquer.

Jeff and Tia Linda took Eva to the Color Run.  They had a blast!  And then went out for dinner.

Dylan came with me to a meat raffle.

Yes, a meat raffle.  Yes, I know, why would a semivegetarian go to a meat raffle?  Well, now we can cross it off of our bucket list.  My good friend Miss Kelley, also lovingly known as my partner, hosts it every year.

First of all it was in the Pod.  ("Kelley...if I run into any exboyfriends so help me!.....")

Second, I got an eerie feeling as we arrived.  Dyl, my date and I, hung back in the car for a few moments as everyone arrived.  People were bringing in coolers, bags of food and drink.  I had nothing.

Third, we were literally sandwiched in.  It was ok, we were with good people, and Dyl was in good spirits, but I still couldn't wrap my head around the whole event.  

Do these people really think they are going to clean house?  If so how could the benefit actually raise any money?

I don't know.  It was puzzling.  It was also puzzling that no one else was disturbed by the fact that meat was sitting out at room temperature on end....I digress.

That is why they serve beer.  Draft beer.  I conclude.  So no one ponders the details.  

Needless to say, Dylan and I had a rough start.  He and I, both meat raffle virgins, were annoyed to begin with.  

But we eventually loosened up, embraced our position and had fun with the evening.

Look at my bag o' chicken parts!!!

First Dylan won chicken, which was exciting, but at the end of the night, he won the mother load.....hot dogs!!!!!

My poor deprived child celebrated with artificial meat!

He said, "I finally get the real thing!"

Hey!  What is wrong with my all organic chicken protein hot dogs?

It ended up being very entertaining.  I don't know if we would go again; we would at least go better prepared. (Dude next to me brought a cooler of real beer).

But we can cross it off the list.  Meat Raffle.  Check.