Serious subject is aided by lighthearted Comedy Night and Banquet for Life fundraiser

A Comedy Night and Banquet for Life being presented by Options for Women in River Falls, and featuring guest speaker, comedian and musician Mike Williams, goes to show that comedy at a variety of venues is indeed becoming king in River Falls.
Williams is the author of “Never Stand Under a Flock of Angry Birds,” and “Turkey Soup for the Sarcastic Soul,” among others. The event is conducted by the local TLC pregnancy resource center, which offers a variety of support services, and will be held at Kilkarney Hills Golf Course, 163 Radio Road in River Falls on Sept. 13. Cost is $40 per person or for a table of ten $400.
There will be dinner, a social hour, auctions and a raffle with a grand prize that’s been hard to top in this area, entitling the winner to luxury accommodations for up to four people at a Vidanta destination for seven nights and paid ground transportation, subject to location, from the airport to the resort. This does not include food or beverages or certain extra activities or services that may be purchased at the resort. Raffle tickets are $10 or three for $20 and can be purchased up until the drawing at 9 p.m. on Sept. 13 at the banquet. Proceeds go to Options For Women.
For more information, call (715) 425-8539 or optionsforwomenrf@outlook.com. Patrons also can buy tickets via that email address, or by clipping the box in an advertisement in various local shopping circulars and mailing it to 214 N. Main St., River Falls, 54022. RSVPs must be received no later than Wednesday, Sept. 7.

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