Charity Party

Had the honor of attending another charity soiree with free drinks, free food and live music. This one was organized by my friends over at One.org and Care International. It was more of a Charity event to make a stance against global poverty. We had very important people there, consul generals, the Mayor of Atlanta, all the rich affluent people you care to think of. 

Let me preface this by saying, when I attend these type of events, not often, it's only been 2 so far, and they just happened to occur back to back, but I don't really expect to meet anyone there. There are no available blokes ready and waiting to pass out their numbers, they often happen to attend the event with a lady friend, or they don't come at all. It's not really our thing, I suppose. I just go there to promote the good cause, if it's to promote the fight against global poverty or to hob nob with the Atlanta society. It is sort of my thing. Plus, free food and drinks and live entertainment helps too.

So back to Friday. We had speeches, first about how poverty and health are tied together, how we should all join hands and put a stop to global poverty, and how our government can help and we should write and ask them to. It was not as moving as I would have thought, if you want to stir people into giving away their money to a cause such as poverty, their needed to be a lot more in terms of impact, visuals and personal accounts. Or maybe we were all too distracted by the spread of food to care. 

Then, there were performances from the Lost Boys of Sudan, the Burundi drummers and they saved the best for last, The Maxx. They were awesome. Imagine one of those cover bands who plays current music, but with so much energy to rev you off your seat and keep you dancing, much like a wedding band. We even got to do the electric slide. Everyone just danced without a care in the world, you don't care if you look stupid doing the dances, or too drunk, but you still dance. And let me tell you, white people can cut a rug when it comes to dancing. Don't let them fool you. 

I enjoyed myself immensely. It was held at the Max Murer musuem so I also got to look at some art while sipping on a glass of red wine as well. It was one of those night where God came though for me, going into Friday, I had no plans, but I knew I didn't want to stay home with my mum and aunt. And then, at 11am, the invite came in and I quickly jumped to it. A couple of other club party events showed up later but this was for a good cause, global poverty means a lot to me. A lot. So I had to be there.