Normally I love contests. For the past five years I have been participating in the HGTV Dream Home Sweepstakes, logging on every day and submitting my entry despite overwhelming odds. It was a routine I would do when I got to work: Get my coffee, check my email, enter to win a multi-million dollar house, dream of moving to some place like Lake Lure, NC or St. Mary’s, GA. Go to bed, wake up, repeat.
Obviously I haven’t won yet otherwise I wouldn’t have time to write these articles. I’d be so busy loving life and taking my success for granted. But, despite every inspirational Denzel Washington movie, essential to the human condition is the notion that we can get something for nothing. That we can “win.” Which is why I’m writing this article.
I was in Borders the other day perusing the travel section when I saw an advertisement for the Lonely Planet Trip to Italy sweepstakes. To enter all you have to do is express, in 25 words or less, why you want to go to
Now, I write a lot. I love words, and I like to think I’m pretty good (well?) with them. So, since I just got back from
The Pragmatic Entry
I should win because I am a good person. I once performed CPR on a baby seal. I am a Democrat. My wife is paralyzed.
The Sympathetic Entry
The only thing I want before I die is to see
The Impassioned Entry
I have nothing to live for except
The Threatening Entry
You motherf%&kers better make me the winner or I’m going to find out where you live and where your children go to school. I’m crazy!
The Entry My Girlfriend Wrote
Brooke’s so pretty. Like a princess. They have princesses in
The Brief Entry
The Nepotisimo Entry
Non sono stato in Italia dalla mia madre morta quando ero giusto un bambino. Faccio male per vedere la mia patria. E la mia sorella.
[Translation: I haven't been to
(As seen on Travelistic.com. For those of you that don’t know, that’s the site I write for sometimes that none of you read, which is hwy you wouldn’t know about it. It’s really confusing.)