The charity fundraiser that honey-bunny and I hold every year for the Make-a-Wish Foundation is done, except for a little bookkeeping. Usually folks think of fundraisers as a bunch of rich people attending a luncheon at the country club, but we like to target the "other" America:
The event was held at a bar, and got a bit rowdy (much drunkenness, some debauchery, a little nudity) but it raised a healthy amount of money for the kids. One of my volunteers started drinking at 9am and began exposing herself for anyone who put money in her bucket. Later she called my boyfriend a very rude name when he refused to let her do her Monica Lewinsky imitation for him in a bathroom stall.
Oh, well. Our motto is "It's for the children, dammit!" and the good working class people of this town once again showed how very generous and kind they can be. Most of them work hard for little money, so every dollar they gave represented a sacrifice in their lives. I wish I could hug each and every one of them, they are all so cool.
Now that it's over, honey-bunny and I are going to sink into a very deep sleep, cuz we're sorta tired from all the fun. Cheers, all!