There be dragons

Another fundraising charity dragon boat race = another hideously (for the weekend) early morning + another crazy costume (because who doesn't want to wear a wig and a hat and a bandana in 25C?) + super* overexcitable and foolishly competitive women (the men couldn't care less, there was beer, there was food, the racing took up maybe 20 minutes in total of the day, so they could happily do their male bonding thing and not get bitched at).

A recipe for unhappiness?

Sure we lost every race...but in the grand scheme of things what matters is that we raised money for a charity that provides a little light into the often dark and frequently frightening lives of abused children.

Yeah, we were the losers but the kids come out on top.


* the favourite adverb/adjective of the day, I might start smacking people who over indulge (you've been warned)