Dad and I got up to the hall around 2 or 230ish to find out the guys had been freaking out about where I was. My bad, didn't realize I was that important. So I wrote my number down on one of the boxes in case they needed me again and I was missing. We set up tables and chairs, got stuff set up for the raffles, got a final list of business for the thank you posters, sorted out the door prizes and stuff for the auctions, decorated the tables (minus balloons), set up the mystery box, spent some time hanging out and bullshitting, ate pizza and called it a night around 830. (Dad was missing for most of that time because Mom had to go back to the doctor. But I'm perfectly comfortable dealing with the guys on my own.)
We had to run to Walmart to pick up some more poster boards so I could make all the posters that needed to be made for yesterday, so we didn't get home til close to 930. When we got home, I started the posters. I made a total of 15 posters before I was done. Then I needed to make a gift certificate for the mystery box.Once that was done I took my pictures and headed to bed, this was at 145, ugh. Dan called me on my way to bed, so I talked to him for a half hour or so before calling it a night.
Pictures:
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the posters for the party.
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can you tell I was exhausted?
Class was class, nothing too exciting. Afterwards, Zach gave me a ride to the K of C Hall so I could help set stuff up. While I was there, the guys filled the balloons, I put out the confetti, hung up my signs, filled out all the sheets for the silent auction, ripped off starter tickets and just generally made sure everything was in order.
When everything was set, Dad and I headed home so we could get ready for the party. I gathered a couple things I needed to take back for the evening, got my shower, fixed my hair and makeup, found a cute outfit and headed back up to the hall.
The entire week my hair has been in a ponytail, I've been dressed in holey jeans and t-shirts, and yesterday morning I didn't even wear makeup, so when I walked in there were a couple comments about what happened to me and how good I looked. I appreciated hearing that from the guys, you have to understand how they usually treat me to understand, lol. For the hour and a half or so we had until people started showing up we set up some more stuff and just hung out and talked to people.
Before the people started showing up, I got an apron on and got ready to sell tickets and I stood and talked to the bartender until I needed to work. Jason, my brother, was one of the first people to show up so Dad got him working selling tickets as well. The cocktail hour was CRAZY for ticket sales. We were so busy! Thankfully, one of the guys from my class was there and happened to be hanging out talking to me, so I asked him pretty please to help me and promised him he could continue to drink while he was helping, so he agreed. I would have been in trouble without him!
Once dinner started it was much better. Dad took a break and ate, then Jason did, then I finally did, just before they put the food away. I think I tasted a couple bites. Then I went back to work. I ran the raffle tickets until they did the final drawings, turned in my money then got change so I could start selling Jello Shots. I went to the back and started setting up my trays. The bartender came back and helped me set them up and offered to keep them full for me through the night. I ended up not taking him up on that offer because I really liked one tray more than the rest and enjoyed the two minute break in the cooler while filling them up. But I did appreciate his help.
When the auction started, I started selling the Jello Shots. And this is where my night got fun. I mean, really, if you know me, you know how much I love talking to people, how much I love giving them shit. So, walking around talking to people and trying to sell them alcohol was perfect for me. Plus, I got a few confidence boosts throughout the night, which after my week, was good for me. It seemed to be the tables that were my repeat customers really liked me and I ended up doing a bunch of Jello Shots with them, thankfully Dad was driving. I sold the majority of the Jello Shots by 1130. The band ended at 12, so I started marking them down severely and selling them to my repeat customers, the ones that I thoroughly enjoyed throughout the night. And I ended up dancing with one of the guys at one of the tables because he was the only one without a date and his friends were heckling us while I was trying to cut a deal. Once I quit selling, I still had about a half of box left (I'm guessing under 100 of them) so I started handing them out and talking and bullshitting.
When I was out of Jello shots I stood at the bar and talked to the bartender for a while while Dad picked up the cans and packed up our hoses. I had worked all effing day and was not cleaning up as well. We didn't have to clean up but we had to take our stuff with us, ya know? The guys all left to go to the bar, Dad wasn't interested in going, so we didn't. We came home and as soon as I took my shoes off I knew I was in trouble. My feet hurt so bad. I talked to Mom for a minute or two before heading to bed. I was, and am, SO tired.
I was so happy the party went so well. I know we made quite a bit of money, which was the point of it. Everything I did went smoothly. I loved hanging out with all the people that were there and I got to meet some awesome people as well. Between the way the party went and the fire earlier in the week, my week has been going great, which is the exact opposite as I was expecting. :)
Photos:
Day 342:
before the party started.
Day 342:
also before the party started.
♥ SaraRandom Fact of the Day:
One acre of peanuts will make 30,000 peanut butter sandwiches.
"At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other." -Ann Landers
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