I convinced some of my VISTA pals to come help out at a fund raising dinner.
We were all asked to wear black pants and white shirts. One of the women in charge glared at Emily for her shirt. What was she supposed to do; buy a shirt for volunteering?
We'll see if Sarah ever helps me again after I post this picture.
There isn't really that much to say; we served food, I was given the table with the richest people at it and then was warned not to mess anything up.
Afterwards they fed us. Emily had cake for dinner.
While we were eating somebody came in with wine for all the volunteers, except us, I think he thought we were teenagers.
Later me and Steve tried to show our coastal companions how we do it up in Roseburg.
They were un-impressed, at best.
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