Wild night outThe night of Saturday, March 17th, Henrik and I attended a fundraising gala for PAWS, the Progressive Animal Welfare Society at the W Hotel in downtown Seattle. PAWS is a participant in the Community Partnership Program that I promote in my real estate business. What that means is that when a supporter of PAWS hires me to help them sell or buy a property that I donate an amount equal to 10% of my commission to PAWS. So far my business partner and I have been able to donate over $20,000 to PAWS. It’s a great non-profit organization and we have a lot of fun working with and for them.

The gala we attended was called the Wild Night Auction. As it was a cocktail attire affair we had fun getting all dressed up. I got a flirty new gold lamae cocktail dress just for this event but as I was putting it on I noticed it had rather large tears in each breast area. I was bummed! We thought about maybe quickly sewing it, and we even thought about the possibility of wearing it and hoping my boobies stayed up during the evening, but we were running late and we decided not to risk public nudity and I had to wear a more conservative teal evening dress instead. Henrik, buzzing after what he says was only two Guinnesses, made a detour on his way home to Macy’s and bought a very handsome new shirt and tie. My favorite of his dress shirts and ties so far. We looked quite smashing, I must admit.

Throughout the evening we drank our fair share of wine and won one silent auction item and one live auction item. Henrik bid on almost all of the live auction items in an effort to drive up the price. However he usually stopped bidding around the $800 or $1000 mark to avoid the catastrophe of accidentally winning something we can’t really afford. I’m really excited about what he won for me: an appointment to have my own custom perfume made! How fun is that?! So on my wedding day I hope to be wearing my own Signature Scent. Hmm. I wonder what I shall name it.

The meal served was several courses of vegan selections. I don’t remember what we ate but I can tell you no animals were tested or digested.

This is a photo they took of us at the event. Don’t you like Henrik’s new shirt and tie?

If you’re curious about in the work of PAWS you can learn about them here

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I’ve been floating on a four-leaf clover carpet these past few days. The influence of the Irish must be thick as Guinness in the Universe right now or at least over my head. For the last few days I’ve been receiving the girlie and sensual things I want with little more energy than a hot butcher knife falling through a stick of room temperature butter.

Yesterday Henrik and I enjoyed a relaxing and early dinner on Lake Union after half a day of running the streets. We got an aisle runner for our ceremony then went next door to check on the sailboat. On the way back to Seattle we stopped for coffee and vacuum bags and ended up with an additional steam cleaner. An hour later my friend Mark was using my feet for practice hours in his reflexology training, then we got Henrik and his best man all set up for their tuxedos. Finally, it was our 5:00 dinner reservation.

Later, while nibbling on dessert, we got to talking about my good luck as of late. Feminine angels and ethereal wardrobe consultants took pity on me seeing that some jester gnome taped a Gone Fishing sign on my back. They were appalled and infused me with the most potent charm allowable to use on humans.

I then found the perfect tailor for my wedding dress and a competent dry cleaners; I found perfect wedding shoes and a new outfit for a fundraiser; I got an adhesive bra (more about this later) that will work with my dress and other delicious summer attire; and a heavenly foot reflexology treatment. All in a matter of days.

I shared my theory with Henrik: The Force was with me, the Force is a woman. For too long maybe I’ve been trying to achieve the boring, things like work and studying. But when my focus shifted to dresses, home keeping, shoes, cosmetics, shopping, and foot massage, the sky opened up for me and goodness poured down. The Force is a woman. Henrik agreed and commented that “Faith” is a female name!

Yes, The Force is a woman.