Wayne Christmas Charity Ball

Or as Gar likes to call it, the WCCB, What Could Claus Buy?

I don't know, he's been doing it for years. Guess you can't kill an old tradition...habit...um. Anyway, that was tonight. As usual, it was fun, stressful and obnoxious all at once. The media was crawling all over the place, wanting to interview Bruce or I about...well, everything.

My "date", I could have definitely slapped, but, I was in public. I don't think I've ever mentioned Winston in one of these, but, he's the son of one of the big dogs in one of our science departments. I've been "dating" him on and off for the media's sake (because, you know, I take after my 'playboy father' and all that) and I'm really getting sick of him...especially since he's convinced I'm even remotely attracted to him. No, Winston. No, I am not. Get over yourself. Egocentric, jerk of a--...

Aside from Winston being a complete donkey and after I managed to 'accidentally' lose him at the confections table, things went a little smoother. I finally found Gar in the crowd (it's harder than you think; while his skin IS green, he's also short) and we stuck together like glue for the rest of the ball. He was able to hear Winston coming before the jerk was in range enough to really see us, so, we spent a lot of our time ducking through people or using the dance floor as a short cut. We've had years to plan all these evasive maneuvers with just the dance floor (I think I'm too old to use the tables as an evasive maneuver now). We spent the rest of our time either avoiding or being caught by reporters. I really hate those people.

Okay, hate is a strong word, as Diana says. I deeply loathe them. ...that better?

Point being, I don't like talking to them. And as much fun as it can be coming up with barn accidents to explain the various bruises and cuts I have, it does have it's moments where it gets old. "This bruise and large gash on my shoulder? The horse I've been training this month threw me into the fence". That works. Alfred rescued me from a reporter or two, for which I am eternally grateful.

Oliver and Dinah were also at the ball. I didn't see Roy anywhere, but didn't really bother asking Ollie about him, either. I think Gar did, but I'd already been whisked away by Bruce because Vicki Vale wanted to speak with both of us together. And during that moment, of COURSE, Winston caught up with me and I had to share a dance with him....ugh.

But yeah, I'll stop boring with this now. We raised a lot of money for some local charities, it looked like people were enjoying themselves, Alfred did an outstanding job as usual at keeping everything moving fluidly and Gar and I had a good time. Not really much to say beyond that. Just another successful WCCB.