Friday, September 24, 2004
| Blessings and Booze
Yesterday I left work in a horrible mood. I was feeling stressed about everything in my life and I was not looking forward to our fundraiser. We had decided a few weeks ago to guest bartend at a place in Times Square, knowing that we would receive whatever tips were given that night. The owner of the bar was incredibly sweet and we all trusted him, so we decided to go forward with the idea. We had been publicizing for weeks, yet I was still afraid that the turnout was going to be weak. When I got to the bar, I saw Kelly all dressed up in her little bartending outfit, boobs a-flailing. She was nervous and excited and we got ready to do our best and to make as much money as we could. While Kelly served up drinks, I walked around and shmoozed with everyone who came, passing out our postcards and answering whatever questions people had. By 7:30pm, we had about 15 people in the bar and Ifigured that all was lost. I resolved myself to having the best time I could possibly have. Then, as in the story where Jesus feeds the mulitudes with five loaves of bread and three fish, people just started multiplying and pouring into the building. It was so crazy at one point that I could barely stand in the room without being shoved around like a gay pinball. By this time, Megan, the co-owner of the company had arrived and she and Kelly went to TOWN making drinks and racking in the tips. At 10pm, the time the fundraiser was supposed to end, the owner of the bar extended us to 11pm because we were making him so much money! I was so impressed with the amount of people who came to support our endeavor. It got so nuts, that I decided to leave for an hour to go back to Angie’s for a smoke and a breather. I showed back up at the bar around 11pm and picked up Kelly to take her home. When we got home, Kelly pulled out the wad of cash and we began counting. The final tally? 510 fucking dollars! FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN FUCKING DOLLARS!!! We basically blew our loads on eachother’s faces and started screaching with things like “YAY!”, “We’re the fucking best”, “The show’s going to be amazing!”. It was all very surreal. We had hoped to make about $200-$250 at the fundraiser. Yet, we DOUBLED our goal. I am flying high today, to say the least. With this money, we have officially paid off every bill associated with putting up our own show and we have over $400 to spare. I mean, seriously. God had his hands in this and it feels SO good to have his support with this endeavor. Without him, none of this would be possible. So I get to start my weekend feeling like a million bucks, or…feeling like 510 bucks! Luckily for me, I smoked about 194 cigarettes last night, so my voice is just about gone, but hey…it’s fucking well worth it! Have a great weekend y’all! |
