Once I’d logged in, we both sat there and stared blankly at the screen before I just started typing the first words that came out of my mouth. Thus, my last entry.
Here’s what led me up to that point.
I’ve told you all that I’m chairing a major fundraising event for the American Cancer Society this year. It’s so major that not only am I planning the event itself, but several smaller events that lead up.
I spent a good chunk of last week promoting and organizing one of the prelim events, until 5:30 AM Saturday, when I found myself in a dark, rainy parking lot desperately attempting to keep spirits high as we kicked off a Flea Market.
It was a rocky start. I was terrified that I’d wasted everyone’s time. Things started to pick up after a while, but it was too late for me. The stress and sogginess were getting to me. When someone dropped off a hideous teal-green foofy bridesmaid dress to “sell” (as if anyone would buy it – they were dumping trash, damn it), I had no choice but to put that sucker on.
Before you start laughing too hard, hey! Check out that little girl in the background! I sold the dress to her for 25 cents. Oh, you should have seen the haggling that went into that deal. I don’t know what is so innately untrustworthy about me – could it have been the jeans and sneakers peeking out from under my formalwear? Perhaps my dark-circled eyes and scary skin from lack of sleep? Or the crazed look in my eyes that surely led me to donning the dress in the first place? Anyway, I could NOT convince that girl that if she found 25 cents, I would sell her that dress off of my back.
Until I did. She ran off. The best part is, when she came back clutching her 2 dimes and 5 pennies, she started to hold it out to me, then had a second thought and snatched her hand back.
“Take the dress off, first.”
LIKE I WAS GOING TO TAKE HER MONEY, AND THEN KEEP THE DRESS. LIKE I’D SCREW OVER A LITTLE KID.
The girl’s mom was none too happy that I’d brought the monstrosity into her household, either. She kept shooting me dirty looks, and saying, “Thaaanks a lot” all sarcastically.
YOUR LITTLE GIRL IS HAPPY, AND THE MONEY FIGHTS CANCER.
Get over yourself.
The end of the flea market led to a trip home, a long nap, and a hot shower. There was lots of eating. There was a gang of us heading out to some bars, and somehow, at 2 a.m., I was wandering around with a bucket clutched to my chest, collecting tips “for the band.” (Yes, I gave them to the band. And you laugh, but I booked that damn band for my fundraising event. Circle of life, bitches.)
Then, there was going to my friend’s house for “just a second,” then posting my totally brilliant entry you can see by clicking the “previous” button, then not getting home until almost 5:30 a.m.
Now, I’m off to Cincinnati, to spend a weekend with one of my best friends. I hear there’s freezing rain, but for some reason, I’m still looking forward to it. I must REALLY like this friend.