Last night I dragged my mom to the Mariners -vs- Angels game …. Which we won by the way! But in exchange I had to accompany her to an auction benefitting her work. Not only an auction, but a SOCK HOP AUCTION that we had to wear costumes to. Matching Costumes. Fantastic.

As the daughter if a Development Director, I’ve done my fair share of auctions, luncheons, big events. Years and years of assisting and holding the prized title of Linda’s daughter. However, in all reality, that meant event slave. AKA I did all the grunt labor that they didn’t feel like asking a real volunteer to help with.

Silly things like: running to the store to buy everything that didn’t make it to the event or climbing the table, then onto displays to fix something or unjamming the printer after every.single.page printed (and were talking hundreds of pages!).

In other words the things the staff wouldn’t want to be liable for, so they send the Development Directors daughter to do the task!

Yes, that’s what Kelly, Alex and I grew up with.

Tonight however was different. I was attending the auction as a guest.

A guest? What is that? What does one do?

We’ll just say I was beyond bored.

I’m not used to just sitting and enjoying an event. I always find myself feeling like I should be working. It was a really odd feeling. One I’m not sure I liked it!

I actually found myself asking to volunteer and help.

My mom has corrupted me. I can’t enjoy auctions or luncheons or any big events for that matter. I feel like I should always be doing something.

Standing around, chatting with a couple of friends and meeting new people is fun for a bit, but I can’t all night. Instead I have inherited the hyperactive genetics needed for running an event. I didn’t like the lack of control I had tonight…

Hmmm…I think I’m learning that I like to be the boss and be in charge. Who would have ever thought?

And of course a Sock Hop post wouldn’t be complete with out the two pink ladies modeling their lovely attire!