I feel like I got hit by a truck. Again. Almost, anyway.
Last night we hosted about 400 of our favorite people for the annual gala benefiting the school where I work. I work in development so for the last few months my life has been GALA GALA GALA. It was a great success - we raised about $200,000, $50 grand more than our goal. People -even people who attend these sort of charity things all year long- said they actually had FUN. So woo hoo for the development team.
I worked 17 hours straight yesterday, most of it on my feet, going back and forth from the prep room to the silent auction set up to the ball room to the hotel management room to the prep room to the blah blah blah. I was in a big poofy beaded ball gown for the last 7 of those hours. I chose a floor length number so that no one could see that I was wearing sneakers under it.
I got to sleep at three this morning. Woke up at noon. Took two Darvocet 100s. Went back to sleep. Woke up at 8pm. Ate something. Walked around the house for a few minutes thinking "Ouch damned pain ouch!". But it is all worth it - we triumphed last night and it feels good. I get to spend tomorrow in bed, too. Then back to work on Monday to count our haul in detail.
Happy weekend to all!Labels: fashion, personal urban drama |
Well! congratulations! sounds like a job well done. And way to go with the sneakers!!!