Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:
Tell us about the most exciting big night out you’ve had lately.
Life at Doright Manor is tame. Generally, a big night around here involves watching an extra episode of Ray Donovan while splurging calories on a second Shiner Bock.
Yet once a month we head to Studly Doright’s golf club for a rousing night of trivia competition. I know, a lot of readers will be jealous, as they should be. You see, in addition to the trivia, there is music, great food, and just enough wine to make me feel like a wittier, prettier person. And, I’m not bragging, sometimes we even stay up past midnight!
January’s event was especially fun because our friends from Indiana were in town and we dragged, er, invited them to go with us. I don’t know about them, but I had a blast. We didn’t win the competition, but we didn’t come in dead last either.
I’m certain today’s prompt was written specifically to demonstrate what a lackluster life I live. Gee, thanks WordPress.
A little Cat Stevens for your entertainment (following the dadgum ad)