Thompson & Co. asked me to judge a homemade dessert contest their employees had today at lunch.
So I had to sample 8 delicious desserts and pick a winner. Sometimes it’s necessary to agree to do things like this for the good of the community. After a lot of thought about the matter, I judged the chocolate pie to be the winner. Here’s a pic of the cook, Katie, with her chocolate pie.
Katie was the employee who recruited me to be the judge, so there was some grumbling that the contest was rigged. Let me assure you that wasn’t the case at all… it was a blind tasting with numbered entries.
As her prize, Katie got her picture posted on the refrigerator door… as you can tell, they spare no expense on lavish prizes for employee contests.
They asked if I wanted a to-go plate, and I already had a sugar rush going that felt like it could rocket me to the moon, especially considering I’d had no other food earlier in the day, and 2 Mountain Dews. However, I realized that if my neighbor the Nuh-Uh Girl found out I could’ve brought her a plate and didn’t, I’d never hear the end of it. So they wrapped up one of each dessert and I took them home.
On the way home I passed Willie N., one of Downtown’s street people who most likely holds the record for most incidents in which the Downtown safety patrol was called (and if he doesn’t, I’m sure he’s in the top five). “That’s that dude who shut down panhandling. Sissy ass white boy,” he said to the bum sitting on the bench next to him. One of the safety patrol guys was about 30 feet away, watching him like a hawk. Good job guys! They’ve more or less shut Willie down.
Now I’m getting ready for tonight… and I have some extra money to spend tonight, because someone named VoteForTheChocolatePie@example.com stuck $25 in my www.Buy-Paul-a-Beer.net account! Nice!
I have an early event at the Saucer, then I’m heading to a private party in South Main. The last time they threw a version of this party, Saucer bartender Brittney showed up and bragged, “I HAVE A VIP INVITATION, PAUL. I get free drinks all night.” Um, that’s kind of what “open bar” means, they’re all VIP invitations. Dumbass. She’s not one to miss an opportunity to brag about how great she thinks she is, though.
I’ll be out and about on South Main tonight… perhaps I’ll see you there.