Susan Bundlie

<<There was a Glutton's eating contest.>>

Years ago my dh, Eric, decided to be part of a pie-eating contest that
was held at halftime at a Minnesota Twin�s game. Oops--it�s not called
halftime in baseball, is it? Maybe it was before the game. Anyway, there
was a long table set up and about 10 people sat at it with big chocolate
cream pies in front of each of them. They were given a pie-server
(those metal triangular things with a handle) and the first person to
shovel in a whole pie won the contest.

Eric started �eating� and ended up cutting the corners of his mouth with
the server. He suddenly realized he was sitting there before hundreds of
people acting like a pig and bleeding onto his chocolate pie (the
whipped cream on top supplied a nice white canvas for the red blood). He
was disgusted with himself and humiliated and still doesn�t like to
think about it.

He left for his Australian adventure a couple of days ago, btw. He�s
driving across the country to L.A. to catch the plane. The morning he
left he had planned on getting up about 4:30 a.m. and taking off about
5:30 a.m. We went to bed around midnight and he couldn�t sleep at all. I
woke up at 1:30 a.m. to find him fully dressed and almost ready to go.
He drove 15 hours straight that day w/o having slept a wink. Adrenaline
kept him going, I guess--that or my will.

Susan


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