Trying to take it easy today ahead of what I’m anticipating as being quite a stressful day tomorrow.
This won’t be the first charity auction I’ve done but it’ll be the first I’ve done where I’ve put these stakes on myself. I’ve tried to ask and right questions and be in the right state of mind. In the past I’ve been given no information ahead of time and then had to go improvise frantically. This one is pretty solid and actually I’m not too concerned about it. I watched an old friend working as MC when there was a charity auction. He’s off Corrie so he was there as personality rather than expert. When it came to the auction he passed the baton to this grey man in a suit, who understood the mechanics of auction but had no vigor. I was disappointed my friend hadn’t done it himself. When I spoke to him after he said “I refused. It seemed like too much work.” He can do that and still get the gig because he was on that Corrie. I had to be the Jack of all Trades in the pitch. My CV really doesn’t match my skillset.
This time tomorrow night I’ll be in the thick of it. “And coming next…” I might have to default at “Ladies and Gentlemen” just for speed and confidence. “My dears my darlings my pleasures my treasures” is too informal for the charity I’m representing, and perhaps adding “… and everything in between” is too fussy when I’m doing it repeatedly. I might do it reflexively though. Just generally I prefer to be informal and this feels quite buttoned up. When you’re trying to persuade rich people to be generous you don’t want to confuse them with something kind that they mistake through their prism as politics.
I’ll be up tomorrow fretting about ties. Likely I’ll bring multiple options to the venue and I might even change halfway through the event.
Bedtime now. Like yesterday it is late and I’m tired. Perhaps my body is trying to teach me to be healthy.
Night night my darling.
Once more I’m clean shaven. It’s cold in my face.
AlBarclay 