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Yeay we finally have the new couch so all of the rooms in our house now at least look somewhat furnished.
In other news Rachel and I went to some swanky christmas party last night for the Captain Planet Foundation (Yes, that Captain Planet! THE POWER IS YOURS!) Her work was one of recipients of the money raised so she was able to score some free $500 a pop VIP tickets. I was the most out of my element I've ever been as this things was like something I would imagine Paris Hilton attending. We saw some guy that may or may not have been Elton John (everyone was taking pictures with him but I'm not sure), Ed Begley Jr, and Ted Turner (its his daughter's foundation). Plus the whole thing was hosted by the guy that was the voice of Captain Planet in the cartoons and he kept saying "The power is yours!" over and over again, probably because he hasn't done anything else in 18 years. There was free food and full bar which was cool but it was just weird though, all the beautiful people and us enjoying the night and all. They had some photographer running around taking pictures of a bunch of rich people and I kept trying to get in the background and ruin their shots. Funny the guy never took a shot of Rachel and me... There were some little prissy girls that actually paid someone to make their hair look like a birdsnest and have one of those giant glittery foam balls wrapped into their hair and there was some aging trophy wife with way too much plastic surgery that was wearing a lime green vinyl mini skirt that had a mermaid tail on it. It was so awesome to sit back and look at the crazy things that people with money do, but kinda sad at the same time. I almost felt like I was back at high school being the outsider invited to the popular kids party.
The thing that sucked the most though was the fact that the party costs about $300,000 to put on and it only raises about $30,000 of which Rachel's work will only see a third of. So basically I think its amusing that they have to spend 10x the amount they really raise just so these people have something to do on a friday night. So frickin weird.
In other news Rachel and I went to some swanky christmas party last night for the Captain Planet Foundation (Yes, that Captain Planet! THE POWER IS YOURS!) Her work was one of recipients of the money raised so she was able to score some free $500 a pop VIP tickets. I was the most out of my element I've ever been as this things was like something I would imagine Paris Hilton attending. We saw some guy that may or may not have been Elton John (everyone was taking pictures with him but I'm not sure), Ed Begley Jr, and Ted Turner (its his daughter's foundation). Plus the whole thing was hosted by the guy that was the voice of Captain Planet in the cartoons and he kept saying "The power is yours!" over and over again, probably because he hasn't done anything else in 18 years. There was free food and full bar which was cool but it was just weird though, all the beautiful people and us enjoying the night and all. They had some photographer running around taking pictures of a bunch of rich people and I kept trying to get in the background and ruin their shots. Funny the guy never took a shot of Rachel and me... There were some little prissy girls that actually paid someone to make their hair look like a birdsnest and have one of those giant glittery foam balls wrapped into their hair and there was some aging trophy wife with way too much plastic surgery that was wearing a lime green vinyl mini skirt that had a mermaid tail on it. It was so awesome to sit back and look at the crazy things that people with money do, but kinda sad at the same time. I almost felt like I was back at high school being the outsider invited to the popular kids party.
The thing that sucked the most though was the fact that the party costs about $300,000 to put on and it only raises about $30,000 of which Rachel's work will only see a third of. So basically I think its amusing that they have to spend 10x the amount they really raise just so these people have something to do on a friday night. So frickin weird.