Yesterday the Weasel Family went on a field trip of sorts. We attended one of the most fun fundraisers ever. The Lady Knights of Columbus hosted a Wii Bowling Tournament to benefit SIDS of Illinois. It was a great time.
The day was full of pizza, laughs, raffles, video games and tears. The 4 oldest Weasels and myself were signed up for the tournament. Mr. Weasel and Smallest Weasel were our cheerleading section. One bye one the Weasels started failing us. They were getting picked off by the competition in rapid fire style. Oldest Weasel was up. Her loving and supportive parents let her know that preserving the family honor was now the task at hand, and that if she let us down she would be walking home.*
Eldest Weasel tied her first match. Now she had a playoff to win in order to move on to the next round off play. In the mean time it was my turn. I was up, the pressure was on. I hadn't played this game in at least 6 months. I was matched up against a 14 year old, and we all know they can play video games in their sleep. I was really regretting not getting some practice in over the last few weeks. I managed to squeak out a win and was going to move on to the next round.
Soon I found out that Eldest Weasel had won her playoff and that she too was moving on. Checking the tournament board we discovered that in the next round we would be pitted against each other. Mother against daughter. Only one could move on. I had mixed feelings and turmoil churning within me. I wanted to go as far as I could in this competition, but my maternal instincts were to cheer on my offspring. I was torn. Then came the moment of clarity and seconds before the next game began, I looked my beautiful Weasel in the eye and told her everything that was in my heart "you're goin' down!".
And down she went. I was moving on to the semi-finals. Having already picked off 2 teenagers I saw my prey opponent for round 3. Yet another teen to take down. The stakes were high. My ride home Family honor was on the line.
Between rounds Mr. Weasel supported the cause by buying lots of raffle tickets. The rest of the gang joined into the face painting, pizza munching and emptying Dad's wallet (all for a good cause ~cause they wanted to win RockBand (special edition for the Wii complete with mic guitar and drums).
A quick check of the winning numbers on the raffle board showed that they had won............2 water bottles!!!!!! The son of a friend was the lucky winner of RockBand.
On to the the semi~finals, where yet again, I was able to crush the hopes of a teen who had her eye on the the grand prize of a Wii. I was going to the finals. I was confident. I was ready and able. I was Rocky Balboa. I had the eye of the tiger. I was a contender. I was about to eat my words. I was about to suffer an embarrassing defeat at the hands of grown man who I am sure must play this game professionally.
He was a great sport and managed not to laugh out loud as he totally pwned me. In the end I won a first place loser award 2nd place medal and a $25.00 gift card to the restaurant where the event was being held. It was all a lot of fun and I pretended to be gracious in my defeat congratulated the winner.
The whole gang sat down to munch on some more pizza and they showed me the fabulous water bottles they had won. I encouraged Eldest to check the raffle board again. Some of the prizes were yet to be claimed. She returned to inform us that we indeed had the winning ticket for RockBand. She then went to inform the officials of the mistake. Right away they remedied the mix-up by making a tween boy cry.
After 6 hours of fun we headed home to rock out in the living room. The family that plays together......
*We relented after my embarrassing loss and let everyone ride home in the car.
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