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Tragedy to Triumph





I ain’t even gonna front. I was shittin bricks during the early hours of the event. Nervous. Frantic. Or “taranta” as my mom called me. And Rach? All u saw were her cougar pants darting back and forth in between rooms as she spazzed out. The photographer has diarhhea? SHIT! No really, SHIT. What if nobody buys a raffle ticket? Anthony’s Cookies flaked? Where’s the Lady Bird SF chick? The cops are outside? What if Fran Boogie gets so bored he leaves? IT’S 8pm WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYBODY?!




Because asides from raising money for a good cause, my personal mission had been accomplished. Usually, when people think of “fundraiser” they think: Great, an excuse to get people to do shit for free and having to give money to a bunch of people they don’t know. Which is why I made it a priority to annoy people with my Facebook status’s promoting how much this event was for the attendees as well as for the flood victims. And by the smiles on people’s faces, the screams as raffle numbers were called out, and the amazing victory dances as the winners picked up their prizes, I knew we really put the FUN in FUNdraiser.



Now that I’m done being gay, stay tuned for an update of where all your efforts went and an awesome photo recap of the night!


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