So This Is the New Year
January 1, 2009 § 3 Comments
I am not a fan of going out on New Year’s Eve (or, let’s face it, in general). Nothing makes me happier than a pair of sweats, a movie or book, and a couch. Last year we had guests who enjoy similar activities, this year it was just Scott and I.
To dress things up a bit, I organized a last-minute raffle.
These were the prizes:
They were, in reverse order of awesomeness:
1. A Tory Burch tote bag, with a special copy of Old Friends inside.
2. The latest issue of Blood Horse magazine, autographed by $14 million cover mare, Better Than Honour. (Estimated value: $250, or $0, or, priceless.)
3. An all-expenses paid trip to the running of the 135th Kentucky Derby, with box seats for six at the finish line. (Estimated value: $15,000.)
4. A 10% stake in all current partnership offerings from West Point Thoroughbreds. (Estimated value: $500,000.)
At this point, it’s likely become obvious that, with the exception of the first item, these were all made-up prizes. However, they still generated a lot of excitement with the crowd, which was comprised of myself, Scott, and the two cats. We entered everyone into the raffle (cost to purchase a ticket was $1,000, which was donated to charity at the end of the night), and starting at 9:05, we gave away a prize every hour.
You’re damn right I whipped out the Rock Band microphone to emcee the giveaways.
Indiana won the Tory Burch bag (later, I convinced her to trade me for it; she got a treat, I got the bag). Scott won the autographed magazine. Reno won the trip to Kentucky (I know the prizes were fake but I might actually buy him a one-way ticket there just to be rid of him). I won the stake in the stable.
He looks pretty happy for someone who conclusively is not a vampire.
I thought setting the whole raffle up and then still being in the running to win the night’s biggest prize might set off some questions, so I reluctantly let Scott give away the final two prizes. He wasn’t nearly as good, and by that point, I had a bellyache, so there’s no further visual evidence until the morning of January 1, 2009, when we woke up to this:
Indy washed her morning-after pill down with a morning-after mimosa.
Should we have guests over next NYE, we will definitely be holding a real raffle — everyone brings over a cast-off gift, pays $10 to enter, the money goes to charity, and everyone goes home with a fun new gift. It’s pretty much the greatest idea ever.* In fact, it’s probably safe to say that we will have guests over next year for the very purpose of having a raffle. Bring something good.
*And I 100% saw it on Today that morning.