The gift of giving reminds us of how rich our lives are and how easily we can make a real impact on those around us. Knitting all those scarves for the giraffes the Bronx zoo really made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I was so taken with the idea, yours truly decided to host a lively Charity Gala the week before Christmas. This, of course, in effort to spread the joy of giving further by raising awareness (and much needed supplies) to those less fortunate. I made a tiny boo boo however. When I invited all of my close friends to said Charity Gala, I neglected to include in the invitation what the charity was or what they were to contribute to it- a misjudgment that was entirely my fault. While I have lots of experience going to charity galas, it has become apparent that I may need some practice in the logistics of hosting them.
Mistakes aside, we all had a lovely time. Until I drank the Four Loko. A certain guest (who shall remain nameless) informed me that this was an effervescent beverage not unlike my beloved Prosecco. Upon further query, another guest told me it was, in fact, Mexican champagne.
Not so, my darlings. Not so. Those crafty Mexican vintners hide a wicked hangover in every can. No amount of bubbles can forgive the prominent cherry soda flavoring ,with barley aftertaste. The night became much of a blur after this me-sized can of sureño poison, but here are a few pictures that surfaced from the evening:
I made acquaintances with a lovely woman from Canada, whose name was Genevieve. Being a worldly giraffe I understood everything she was saying in conversation. I think we’ll become very good friends.
Hilary and I swapped decorating secrets. She and I both agreed that the tinsel really adds a classic touch. I do love the smell of a good Douglas Fir. Not only are they sturdy, but this tree variety make Christmas last all month long. Don’t forget to make a fresh 4-inch cut above the original before placing in water. It will help the tree retain moisture- warm radiators are premature tree-killers.
As much as I enjoyed our impromptu soiree, I do feel badly about my failed charity efforts. I must find a way to make this up in the New Year. I should look into volunteering my time in a more constructive manner… tutoring perhaps? I’m sure the local chapter of the Boys and Girls Club would welcome an extra pair of hooves to encourage and steer the misguided youth of America.