I had so much fun at The Fur Ball. Seriously, look at that relaxed mug to the left.
But, really I should explain. I was both drunk and stoned.
My idea of hell is a large group of people all running around, throwing back liquor, doing the dating, mating, and preening dance. No matter how lovely the folks are, and animal lovers all showing up for a charity function to benefit local shelters are some dang lovely folks, I don't do well in crowds. Things like malls and concerts are the worst, but parties are right up there. Think about it: would you like to be a psychic at a mall or a party?
The first Fur Ball I did was three years ago, and I was still in pretty bad shape from The Hoon's departure, from my new job in Hell aka Cubicleland, and so being out at a crowded party, working as a psychic no less, about killed me. Twice, I actually had to get up and go hide some place quiet and talk myself down from the ledge, or at least out of a technicolor yawn.
The second year was better, because I allowed myself to drink wine, and flow more with the partygoers. This year? This year was FABULOUS. I took a whole valium about two hours before I had to go. Actually wore something decent - maybe not swanky but at the very least a little frisky. And makeup - I wore makeup! And did my hair in these little twisty dred kinda things. Tossed a bunch of sparkle powder over my head. Then went to the Fur Ball and drank champagne and ate sushi from 6-10pm. I laughed and chatted and did readings for the nice peoples. Kept it light and breezy with the readings - only made one person cry - a marine in full dress uniform, though. I played with Netop the painting dog. Snuck plates of sushi for the girls who were stuck working off to the side explaining the auction items, too far away to make a run for the buffet. Raised $280 for the animals from the readings I did. And went home at 10:30 tired but relaxed.
I think valium and champagne should be part of every psychic's tool kit . . .