Gala

So we have this thing here, a fancy dress up Gala, where we all show up and act like we know how to dress well, talk to strangers and drink wine. We also make money. It is a fundraiser. We have a silent auction, a live auction, an fancy woman artist from the area to honor, and in the near future we will have a follow up online auction.

So this Gala was last night. It was pretty amazing. This past week has been a whirlwind of getting readies: printing, folding, stapling, programs, organizing art, wine, vacation, and dinner donations for the auctions, trying to figure out what someone like me wears to something like that, and then sewing like a fiend to try and make it happen. It was all a hullabaloo and a lot of fun. I love the crazy amount of energy and focus it takes to pull something like this off, this weekend was so much fun. Yes, I consider being locked in a dark room with an artist during a party trying to color correct a digital projector a fun time. The only time I was at all unhappy was when I went to the bar to maybe get a drink and the waitstaff took my soup away. I got really upset, in fact I almost cried, it was good soup. I got over it though and went on to enjoy the evening running around like a mad woman recording people's bidder #'s during the live auction, helping wrap up the artwork at the end of the evening, helping drink the untouched "champagne" that one staff member was smart enough to collect before the waitstaff got it at the end of the evening.

Now I am just plain pooped, exhausted, tuckered out. Let the recuperation begin.