My father’s birthday was quickly approaching and none of us had a clue what to get him. He never tells us exactly what he wants. After wandering around, I had no idea what to do for him, neither did my sister or my brother. We found out about a golf outing that he could actually play with old professionals.
Of course, we just had to sign him up for that. He had absolutely no idea. My father lives and breathes golf. Every single day you can find him putting out on the green. Every day he finds a game to watch on television. Every day he is working on ‘breaking” in his driver, and practicing his chipping. We all think it is a major addiction.
The golf tournament rolls around and he and his friends are playing together in it. The tournament is an all day event followed by a dinner and a silent auction. The dinner was excellent; he loved the food and was thanking us. He then proceeded to the silent auction to bid on whatever he set his heart on.
My mother ate her $25 worth of desserts throughout the evening. She said the food wasn’t as tempting as everything on the dessert table. She went along over to the auction table carrying what looked like three slices of cake, maybe even one slice of cheesecake.
Dad placed a few silent auction bids. He was hoping to win an autographed picture of one of his favorite sports figures, some shirts and a few other items. He also found a string trimmer that he thought would come in handy for an additional property he owns. He was so excited after bidding; it was as if he’d already won the items!
My mother does the same as my father, except she looks at the gift baskets. From what she said, the auction had so many different gift baskets to choose from. She was looking for a special gift to give my father, for his upcoming birthday and for Christmas. She looked at wine gift baskets and found a basket full of assorted meats and wines. She bid on several of them, so that she could give them to family relatives during the Christmas holidays. I think it was a good strategy for the value.
The real auction starts and the auctioneer comes forward to give the prizes to the highest bidders on the silent auction. The prize my mother bid on in the beginning was finally hers. Once all the high bidders are done collecting their prizes, the real auction starts. The weed whacker is the first thing to be auctioned off. My father decided to bid on it, but he only did it to get the ball rolling. The auctioneer decided to bid on it and won it for himself since dad did not bid any higher. My father really thought he had a chance of winning so he became bummed. In the end is all about having a good times with your friends and I’m glad that is the way it turned out.