I think that gold star goes to Carla, in fact, who looked directly at me and Rebecca during the fundraising meeting when she asked, "Okay, who is loud and wants to emcee the event?" She agreed to be my co-emcee.
We took full advantage of our power.
We announced the raffle prizes, responded to the increasingly drunk crowd, and tried not to topple in our high heels. (Or maybe that was just me.)
It seemed to be the case for everyone else, too. Minus Jasmyn, who walked into the bar, whispered conspiratorially to me that she had no money and was going to try and mooch drinks off of people, and then half an hour later came up to try to mooch a drink off of me. (Which I bought her. I just thought it was too funny that she told me about her "plan" and then forgot about it.)My face may be a mess, but I still have nice legs. Good work me.
Definitely the end of the night.
At the end of the night, we closed up shop, and Jesse carefully guarded the cash box. Oh, so carefully.