A Short Post
This will not be a long blog.
This weekend is the 15th anniversary of the Louisville munch and our kick off fundraiser for the community center, Fringe Elements.
I did not pursue the position at all, but was asked to take the position of Executive Director for this. I took on the role, and we have been working on it for six months now.
Three of us started out, then we added one, then another, and now another, so now there are six.
Tomorrow, we have to set up for the fundraiser on Saturday.
We will have play furniture and carnival games and vendors and a bake sale.
I have gone through prizes tonight, sorted and assessed.
We’ve ordered t-shirts.
We’ve arranged for the venue.
I’ve arranged for equipment, and bodies for set up.
And, of course, fielded complaints that things are not free, that they cost money, that clearly, while everyone WANTS a community center, yes, but you mean it might actually cost money to have a brick and mortar place to call home?
I will be very glad to see Sunday morning.
When it was the five year anniversary of the munch, we had a big party. I was terrified it would be raining or snowing, because the only way the place would work was if we could use the outside terrace, too, and if it wasn’t available, what the fuck was I going to do? It was a beautiful, clear night, thankfully, and 160 people showed up.
When it was the ten year, I was tired of being the host, ready to be done, ready to take a break. It was a good party, lots of people, and despite my single request for the night that someone take pictures, there are perhaps five from the whole night that are not just BAD blurry pictures. I believe I am in one and you might be able to possibly identify me. Maybe. I have no idea how many were there, probably at least 125-150.
Now we’re looking at 15 years and I mostly just want to be through with it so I can have some of my life back, rather than endless texts and emails and concerns and questions and logistics and everything else.
So, I think I should get some sleep and the world will, one hopes, seem brighter tomorrow. Perhaps I will be reminded by then why I agreed to do this.
Even if I’m not, it’s still got to be done.