We'll go to the Peacock and White Tiger Rescue Gala instead.

Last Friday, Randy and I attended a charity fundraising thing across town. Don't quote me here, but I'm 90% sure all the proceeds went to benefit poor teenage equestrians in Paradise Valley. Which, if you're at all familiar with the Paradise Valley area, is akin to raising money for underdressed debutantes in Martha's Vineyard. But it was either go and lament the increasing cost of farriers and velvet pants over chewy steak, or stay home and just eat chewy steak. So we went. And I don't know what happened, exactly, but somewhere along the way Randy accidentally got left to his own devices and he bid on this giant cowhide.

Which is great. I was just thinking the other day how we needed more enormous animal pelts. And as I lugged this 18% of a cow around for the rest of the night, I pointed out-- louder and louder and with increasing frequency-- that it would have been significantly cheaper to just go home and skin our dog.

We probably don't need to worry about being invited next year. 
¶ posted by Erin on Wednesday, February 06, 2008