I may have mentioned my 'gay consulting gig' before. Once or twice, right? It's tonight! eek!
Tonight I'll be drinking wine, chatting with smart people, bossing volunteers around (nicely, of course), drinking wine, mildly flirting with rich lesbians, imagining how my life would be different if I had a Cape house, bossing volunteers around, and drinking wine. Why, you ask? Because I.am.a.professional.fundraiser. I get paid to do this shit. I know, it's sick. This can't be 'work'.
If you didn't already know how awesome Danielle is -- here's proof. Yesterday, she and took a lunch-time jaunt to the Cambridgeside Galleria to find a shirt and shoes that I could wear under my blue pin-striped pantsuit. Mind you, I already own clothes that fit the bill, but I needed -new- clothes for this most politically high-powered fancy event. Danielle found me a shirt and matching shoes in under 1/2 hour! How cool is that??? She's just what every fashion-challenged lesbian needs. We need to clone her. I'll get my MIT pals on the job.
Here's the view from my nose. Hot, huh? Shiny chartreuse shirt + Cleave + Chartreuse heels.
Yes, heels. These are fabulous rich gay men, people. I know I can't compete, but at least I won't look like a schlump.
And further proof that Danielle is awesome -- I'm sitting at my desk this morning, and a crumpled ball of paper comes flying over the wall. This is the inside:
Thanks Danielle! You rock!!