I recently learned first-hand why alcohol is served by the boatload at charity functions...and it wasn't pretty.
As a little "you're such great employees" surprise, my super fantastic boss bought Jenn and I tickets to the Bachelor/Bachelorette Date Auction being hosted by Dr. Travis Stork (to benefit childhood leukemia research). It was his first public appearance since his show...and we had seats a mere 20 feet away from him.
The dang thing took forever to get started, so we of course helped ourselves to the bar. Because there's nothing like some free wine to get a star-studded evening off to the right start.
By the time we took our seats and the lights dimmed, I couldn't tell if my flushed face was a result of the excited anticipation filling the room...or the three glasses of wine I'd consumed while waiting.
They had a live-feed of all the stars getting out of their limos, Bachelor
-style. Travis got out of the last car--a Mini Cooper style limo--with a little boy suffering from leukemia. They held hands up the red carpet and walked straight into my heart. It was touching stuff.
Here's a picture of Dr. Stork (looking quite dashing in his suit) on the presenter's stage:
The presentation of bachelors and bachelorettes drug on a little long...so I had no other choice but return to the bar for more libations. Fortunately, I made it back to my seat (cocktail in hand) in time for Travis to introduce the next bachelor to be auctioned off--his roommate:
Needless to say, I perked up. I was feeling good--and Dr. Geoffrey Hayden was looking
good. Somewhere in the back of my tipsy mind, I figured that if I won a date with him...maybe I'd get to meet Travis. And that's when I started bidding...
...and got up to $900 before reality set in.
Luckily, I was outbidded by an old woman in a leopard print halter. Because as fast as she was hiking up the price, she deserved him.
Alas, I left the auction drunk and "dateless", but Jenn managed to snap a slutty picture of me against Travis' limo:
I'd say that's a good enough memento from a memorable evening--no small talk or empty bank account required.