Walking around with one hand holding onto a champagne flute and the other grasping the waistline of my fiancé, I give everyone my best impersonation of a smile and continue strolling through the large hall.
I hate these sorts of events.
Hundreds of people rubbing elbows with others, making small talk as their wives dressed in millions of dollars' worth of jewelry and designer clothing strut around giving each other cat eyes, while the charity we are here to support gets less than everyone's pocket change. Normally, I would simply write a check for the charity and move on, but this one was important, this one was worth me suffering through the handshakes and light dinner talk.
The Mayor of the city was honoring me with an award for my work with a specific charity. I was always empathetic
