My sister, Kara, invited Tom and I to the mouse races at their parish last Saturday night. I have heard her talking about this event for years so I figured I should give it a try. It was something else...to say the least. Let me tell you what I did. I ate consistently for four hours, drank a little, and felt bad for spending my money on "gambling". Sure it was gambling all in the name of the church...weird huh?... but I felt bad regardless. To clarify, I didn't feel bad for the actual gambling, I just absolutely HATE to spend my money and not see anything for it. Spending money on things like tickets, taxes, and, well, gambling just really irks me :) Regardless, it was a fun time. There were ten rounds of mouse races and Tom and I bet on five or six. I won once and got like 6 bucks back, but I was still pumped.
the race track
the mice fighting for release
Ashley, Tom, and I
The boy will never take a normal picture!
Look at those speedy mice
All the people behind Tom are watching the race and cheering for their mouse to win.
This was a fun event and we will probably go again...Just don't call PETA.
the race track
the mice fighting for release
Ashley, Tom, and I
Look at those speedy mice
All the people behind Tom are watching the race and cheering for their mouse to win.
1 comment:
haha. you're right, I never see a normal picture of Tom.
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