First, Saturday’s fundraiser at Las Velas was SO. MUCH. FUN.
That’s right. Sometimes it’s more than just fun. Sometimes it’s more than just fun in ALL CAPS. Sometimes, it’s fun in all caps and each word gets its own period. THAT fun.
I’m not going to lie. I drank several margaritas for the sick kids and a shot of something called Makers (yeah, NOW I know what it is. IT. BURNS.). I believe at one point, MindBling was doing Shots for Tots. That’s love.
In attendance, that I spotted were Big Bob and Mikey who brought their wives as well, Tall Cathy who brought some seriously awesome blue boots, Sally Wiggin! whose time was hijacked by my twin sisters and I’m honestly surprised that the three of them didn’t dance on the bar at some point, Scott from Scarehouse, Amy from the Callapitter blog (I. KNOW! You guys, she is amazing and I spent about 20 minutes trying to convince her to write a book.), Dave Trygar from KDKA, Jim Lokay from KDKA, and lots of Pittsburgh’s finest.
Mike Woycheck and I headed over to Altar Bar to support Ali and Jamie and OMG. White chocolate-covered pretzel sticks. FOR THE KIDS! That’s a win.
Here we are at the event benefiting their orphanage:
I had so much fun talking to them about their work and I asked Jamie how long she saw herself living in Haiti, in an orphanage, especially considering she is married and that her husband lives here in Pittsburgh, and her response was, “Forever.”
I’d also like to say that the LOWER half of my outfit didn’t look so much like the nun-going-grocery-shopping vibe I’m giving off here. God. I’m such a mom.
After spending some time there, we headed back to Las Velas and all in all, I am NEVER. DRINKING. AGAIN. If you were there, I just don’t have a way to say thank you that will be sufficient to express just HOW grateful I am. I’d buy you a pony if I had the money.
My husband will give me the final totals today once he gets it all situated, but we’re looking at a Las Velas donation of above $500.
Now, it’s your turn. You’ll see the button on the top right there. That will take you DIRECTLY to make a donation into the Mario Lemieux Foundation’s PayPal account and you’ll notice there’s a designation written under there that says “Make Room for Kids.”
I’ll let you know when the Las Velas money goes in and we’ll be placing a tracking mechanism on the site soon so you can see how we’re doing as we work toward our goal.
Now, I want to say something to you. I understand if you don’t have a lot of money and can’t give very much. IT IS OKAY.
I’m unemployed and my husband just started a restaurant. If you think he and I spend our spare time rolling around naked in hundred dollar bills while wiping our tears of joy with the measly fifties, you would be VERY VERY WRONG. We understand the struggle, especially when it’s close to Christmas and your son mutters DSi, DSi, DSi in his sleep like he’s a malfunctioning robot.
Every little bit counts! $3, $5, $10. Whatever you can give, we will take it and it will mean something to us and hopefully to you.
We’re doing something here that will really have a lasting impact. Something that will not just help the kids who are in the hospital now, but also the kids who will be in the hospital in the coming years. We’re making a difference.
I told a few readers on Saturday about my son. He was born with a cosmetic defect on one of his ears that caused it to sort of floop down. We called it his floopy ear and we had it corrected at Children’s Hospital when he turned 5. This meant lots of visits to Children’s before the surgery and after the surgery, and to see so many sick kids all in one place — filling the waiting rooms, being rolled around in wheelchairs by their exhausted parents, young kids completely bald from chemo, or even the worst, when my son was immediately out of surgery, he was moved into a recovery area filled with beds of sick kids who also had just come out of surgery and who were clearly in the hospital for something much worse than a floopy ear. I don’t really know if I started crying when I entered that room because I saw my son, unconscious and lying on a gurney with his head taped up, or because of the shocking sight of all of those other kids.
That experience is a big part of why I think this is important for us to do.
You know, I guess all philanthropy really is a tiny bit selfish in some way, because helping? Caring? It feels damn good.