Thanks to M.’s gift of forethought, which socially is not my best suit, we went to a musical fundraiser for Dafur. Or against Dafur, I guess, since it was pro not having genocide.

Anyway, I loved watching the live auction and wished I peeked at the silent auction. There’s something lovely about wonderfully earnest liberals spending money for a cause. And, drinking vodka. Good vodka.

We were snaked on the bidding for Angelina Jolie’s signature. But, again, for a good cause. We could have bidded more aggressively, but I do have my reality to live within. It would be a giggle to own Angelina and work in the job where I do work, but how much is a giggle worth?

Here’s to rich people raising money for poor people and hope for the planet. Sort of.