What do you do?
You gotta have it.
So says George, at least.
Tickets were $150 and all money raised would go toward research.
I was down.
Plus, I had never been to a proper gala so I was excited.
I’d get to change out of my Lululemon gear? Sweet!
So I get kind of dressed up.
My friend decides to join which I think is amazing because it is $150 after all and that’s not chump change for most. I pick her up and we look super cute together except for the fact that she is about 6 feet tall and I am closer to 5 feet so I look like a Smurf. Otherwise, totally cute. It’s even being at the Jonathan Beach Club in Santa Monica.
First mistake: I get a vodka and soda with my drink ticket. (Yes, I teach yoga. So?)
I should have known when the bartender says, ” Heavy on the vodka? Easy on the soda?”
I thought she was kidding.
She was not kidding.
So, it’s my first gala and all and I don’t really know what the proper etiquette for a gala is (I mean, what is a gala anyway?) I start looking at the stuff being bid for the silent auction. With my vodka soda in tow.
I ask ” All the money goes towards research, right?”
Second Mistake: I put my sticker 395 down under $30 for a Brazilian blowout in Sherman Oaks which I will probably never use because the valley is like going to New York when you live in Santa Monica.
But hey. It’s for charity.
(Yes, I won it.)
Then I see it: French Kiss it says. Luringly. (This is really the 2nd Mistake but by putting my sticker down on the first thing I got myself in trouble. Downhill from that there Brazilian blowout in the Valley.)
What’s this? I ask as I sip my drink.
Well, well, well.
A 2 night stay worth $3,500 dollars. (My eyes caught fire when I read that.)
So I took another sip to cool down.
I was going to be in Paris in July after my Italy yoga retreat! Ding ding ding.
3rd Mistake: Yes. I did it. I put my sticker down. Number 395. Lucky Number 395, that is.
A woman was lurking. She wanted the Paris hotel too.
It made me want it more.
(Side note: they had swiped my emergency American Express card when I walked in just in case I bid on anything and won.)
I wanted it now more because this woman wanted it. (I’m telling you, I really am quite yogic. I am not sure what got into me.)
Oh yea, a vodka soda and a little healthy competition.
4th Mistake: She walked away and I put my sticker down. Again.
The auction ended.
Yes, dear reader, you guessed it.
Ok Jen, I told myself (out loud) You may not have this money. This may be on a card your husband got you for an emergency but it all goes to research and it’s worth $3,500 so really you got quite a deal at $1,560 dollars for 2 nights in Paris. I mean, it’s a steal. It’s like for free!
Jokes aside, I panicked a bit. I really did not have that money to spend but I knew it all went to charity so I just breathed. Loud and hard. But I breathed.
I took a picture of the gift certificate I won to show the Peanut Gallery (aka my husband and mom.)
5th mistake: I take a picture of said certificate and leave it at the flipping Jonathan Club.
I get home and I realize it is gone so I put on flip flops and drive back and march back in and dig in trash cans.
(You have to just pause and laugh here because it is too funny.)
I immediately email the hotel ( I had taken a picture of the certificate so I knew the email) and I cc’d the girl who ran the gala. I would have to be able to get a new certificate.
Right? Somebody please tell me Right!
So here is where faith enters:
It is okay that I spent that kind of money. My first instinct after I did it was to say “Who am I to spend that kind of money? I am just Jen.”
Screw that tape! I am Jen! I am Jen and I deserve this.
Also, the money will come back to me. It always does. Always.
I also have faith that this ridiculous amount of money I spent for 2 nights at a hotel will help find a cure for my best buddy Blaise.
I also have faith that it will all be worked out and they will be able to easily get me a new certificate so I can indeed book those ridiculously expensive two nights.
I have a vision and I hold it in my heart.
This vision is:
Me hanging out at this Parisian hotel and writing my book.
My nephew and all the other PWS angels never having a hunger pang again.
Money never ever ever being an issue for me.
I have faith in these visions.
In the meantime, check out this hotel. And keep me away from galas, vodka, silent auctions and Brazilian blowouts.
Just a bit of info on PWS: Prader-Willi syndrome (PWS) is a genetic disorder that occurs in approximately one out of every 15,000 births. PWS affects males and females with equal frequency and affects all races and ethnicities. PWS is recognized as a common genetic cause of childhood obesity.
PWS was first described by Swiss doctors Andrea Prader, Alexis Labhart and Heinrich Willi in 1956 based on the clinical characteristics of nine children they had examined. The common characteristics defined in the initial report included small hands and feet, abnormal growth and body composition (small stature, very low lean body mass and early onset childhood obesity), hypotonia at birth, insatiable hunger, extreme obesity and intellectual disability.