Running Commentary

Feffie’s Door Prize November 28 2006

Feffie works for a major Canadian Bank (all I’m sayin is that it begins with a C & ends with a C)

Anyway, they had their annual X-mas party on Saturday night. Feffie called me just before to complain about how much she DIDN”T want to go, and how she wasn’t even goign to have a drink, because she was not at all happy with most of her co workers right now and didn’t want to start tellling people exactly what she thought of them after too many shots of sour puss (what the hell IS sour puss btw?).

Anyway she finally sucked it up and went.

She promised to txt me the BORING details throughout the night.

By midnight I had gotten ZERO txt messages. So on my way to bed I sent her a “how drunk are you” message.

The conversation that followed went a little something like this:

@txt.bell.ca wrote:

i won a 2000 dimond

Pamalamadingdong wrote:

WHAT!

@txt.bell.ca wrote:

yeah door prize
Pamalamadingdong:

HOLY CRAP! What are you going to do with it

@txt.bell.ca wrote:

dunno

At this point it was 12:20am for me and I didn’t get another message, so around 12:30am we headed to bed.

We were just about to turn off the light when chris goes “is that the phone?”

Sure was.

I SPRINTED down the stairs just in time for the final ring from Feffie’s call.

I immidiately called her back.

She was peeing of course but finished up soon enough and staggered into the coat room to hide (no one really knows what she was hiding from), she told me she had one of 6 door prizes, once her name was called she was invited up to the front to choose a prize, she chose a shoe box sized box (she’s a shoe whore like me) and then set about opening it up while everyone watched.

After breaking through a tremendous amount of packing tape, rifling through a layer of bank brochures, she had to dig through a bunch of shredded documents. And at the bottom sat a tiny box that housed an arctic diamond. Half a caret.

It was appraised $2000 it has the trademark polar bear etched in it somewhere.

She;s SUPPOSEd to be putting it in a safe deposit box for safe keeping until she decides what do with it, in the meantime take a WILD guess where it is.

That’s right.

Her

BACK PACK.

Please feel free to yell at her about this.