So Thursday April 23rd was the first and last official Breast Feed here at Clif Bar, presented of course by Wen and myself. Hours and hours, months and months of planning all came down to an event that was about 4 hours long. But 4 memorable hours they were.
I know Wendy would agree, that for a couple of months the Boob Dinner, as we affectionately called the beast, took up most of the free moments of our lives and sometimes the not so free moments. Emailing, calling, begging business for raffle items and food and drink donations seemed to be all I did for awhile. Justin started running the opposite direction when Wen and I approached, scared of what we would demand of him next... ok it wasn't that crazy.
But planning an event, any event is stressful. Planning a fundraising event, where you foot the bill, a little on this side of a heart attack.
The crazy thing was, that night everything came together. Businesses were generous with donations.
The kitchen came to play and won.
Our co-workers who volunteered, worked there butts off that night.
The bands showed up, the sound was awesome, and more than once I heard, "the event just seems to be easy." Which I have been told in the event planning world, is about the highest compliment you can get. Making something that makes your insides want to burst seem like a cake walk.
Thank you to all who made the event, thank you to all who helped make the event, and if you ever had any doubts, Wen and I can roll with the best of them.
And yes the meatballs were bomb.
Clif Bar Auditorium, not so shabby.
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