No Good Deed Goes Unpunished-I am a Terrible Person

I have been cringing all week, ever since I received my invitation to a volunteer appreciation soiree. I was volunteered onto the Marketing Committee for an organization that trains docents to teach music in the schools. One of my more admirable friends has been working in the non-profit sector ever since I've known her. She has carried the weight of many miseries on her shoulders whilst running programs helping abused children and I have occasionally helped out. I filled and maintained flower-boxes to make the entry to a Boys Home more inviting and I have spent the day encouraging golfers to dig deep at a fundraising game. My Hubby has donated paintings for sale at the silent auction. 

Now my friend has moved into a happier section of children's' non-profits and we continue to support her efforts. The marketing committee meet once a month. It's the least I can do. The Summer fund-raiser will headline a very well known popular singer song-writer and is, coincidentally, being held in the gardens of one of my clients.

"All fairly innocuous so far, what's she whining about?" Ah, to the crux of the matter!

At Christmas time we went to a fund-raising performance by two beautiful sopranos. Once we found the country church in the dark and wind whipped rain storm and settled on the hard wooden pews we were entertained by these lovely and talented women, who had given of their time and effort to sing for us. So far so good.

THEY NEVER STOPPED SMILING! They smile whilst singing together, smile whilst looking at one another as each sings solo and, above all, smile their way through the saccharine sweet story of how they met at "singing college" and were so compatible and appreciative of one another that the only possible thing that could make them want to smile more was coming home and marrying two brothers. Smiling Singing Sisters, for ever.   

See what a horrible person I am? Who could find fault with that? 

I had not murmured a word that was anything less than supportive and congratulatory. I applauded enthusiastically and on cue. I am no savage, although maybe; deep in my heart; I am. When I read the evite detailing our get together I noted drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Fine. Followed by thanks and "speechy stuff". Par for the course; nothing I can't get through on a Monday evening.

Performance by Smiling Soprano Sisters. OH SHIT! 

Ever since, I have been battling with myself. I really really don't want to go. Once was really, really enough, thank you. Now that I have written this out loud I know that I will go. Friends support friends and the cause is the cause. I have been lauding them to all and sundry and will ensnare several new volunteers to go with me. Strength in numbers, a-simpering we will go!