You read it correctly. We used to do crafts for charity.
I know you might be flabbergasted, but it's true. I can knit, crochet, make jewelry, stained glass, bake, paint, sew, and be all warm and fuzzy and personable at fundraisers and fairs. And I do smile occasionally.
So now you know. Don't be flabbergasted no more, when I'm outed on several blogs, including my own, as having sides that don't involve drinking or being all evil. I'm a well-rounded individual.
But I digress.
This group of friends I was in Helsinki to meet is an awesome one. We are different ages, from different backgrounds, with very different interests and aspirations, and very different lives. However, while we were all in Mexico City we put all that baggage and personality on a special shelf away from reach and worked our asses off to make a better day for people who needed for there to be a better day. And in the midst of this effort we became great friends.
And what is greater than seeing old friends, letting your hair down (or letting it stand every which way in my case, and not doing anything to raccoon-eyes that one has to sport after all the flippen golfing in the sun) and going to a (I later found out gay, which explains why I was eventually practically thrown out for taking pictures) club. And only returning home at 4am while gazing up at the most amazing sunrise (which really is a mix of a sunset and sunrise, because at this time of the year the sun doesn't really set or rise, it just stays up in the sky)
Anyhoodles, it was FUN.
The sunset at 2am. On our way from club 1, a courtyard terrace, to club 2, a suspicious karaoke bar.
We ordered some caipirinhas, but were possibly speaking Spanish and ended with some strawberry margaritas instead.
And then we landed in the gay club.
And engaged in some creative use of the camera. (i.e. point, shoot, hold still for a long time, while sipping your drink...)
Only to return while the sun was rising again at 4am. Beautiful.
