Are You There Seth? It's Me, Silver.

Oh Hey Seth.  Its Me, Silver.  You know, the blogger?  From Boca?  The one who invited your wife Lauren and you to my home?  For lunch?  To help raise money for Hilarity For Charity?  

Remember?

Yah, well it’s me, Silver Unpolished; just checking in!

So listen… November 12th, 2015 is right around the corner; I kinda figured it would be a good idea to reach out again and lock this shindig down.

But here’s the thing…. It occurred to me if the roles were reversed and a complete stranger invited me to his or her home across the country for lunch regardless of the do-good nature, I might have to think long and hard before hopping a plane from three thousand miles away for a bagel and some brisket.  I mean, what if the person was a total nut job?  A sociopath?  A bonafide One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest!  What if the invitation came from a certifiably insane, lunatic fan like the chick Kathy Bates played in Misery? Can you imagine?  Seriously, what if you were the James Caan character and I was the fanatically obsessed Annie Wilkes? YIKES!

Seth, chillax!  You can breathe easy.  Let out a sigh of relief!  It’s okay; I’m writing to tell you I’m not that crazy!  I meannnnnn, I gotta be slightly whacked out of my mind to think the likes of you would show up for the likes of lil ol’ me, but everybody loves a girl who’s a little whacked out of her mind, right?  Right!

So here’s the deal:  The whole town is buzzing!  I can’t go anywhere without swarms of peeps asking me if Lauren and you are coming!

 “Have you heard back about Seth?”

“I saw your letter, Silver.  Do you think he’ll make it?”

“I told my kids if Seth Rogen comes to Silver’s house they can skip school.”

 “If anyone can pull this off, it’s you Silver.”

 And it seems as though I’m not the only one who loves The Rogens!

Boca Raton is crazzzzzzy about you guys!

And not Kathy Bates crazy!

Boca Raton is head over heels Crazy-In-A-Good-Way-Crazy for The Rogens!

Seth, you’ve gotta get to Boca!  You just gotta!!!!!

Wanna know what else?  Okay, I’ll tell you!  Remember in my first letter I mentioned one of the reasons for selecting Hilarity For Charity as my mitzvah was because I feared I wouldn’t be able to handle a houseful of Mitzvah Lunch members if they were crying in my living room about a cause that had affected me personally?

Well, get this….. Since the circulation of that letter, I’ve been moved beyond belief by the overwhelming support that’s come out of the woodwork from both my local community and others around the country who have been affected by Alzheimer’s Disease and dementia.  I’ve listened to story after story after story about how this devastating illness has changed the lives of countless numbers of people.  In the recent weeks alone I’ve learned so much about dementia mainly from the vantage point of caretakers who currently have loved ones suffering with the disease.  I’m left heartbroken time and time again after hearing their gut-wrenching stories.  I’m pretty sure I’ll be sobbing at the Mitzvah Lunch.  So much for no tears, huh?

Seth, I would be a liar if I said this cause has yet to affect me personally.  As I’ve attempted to grasp the enormity of this disease and its impact, a day has not gone by without imagining hope for the future; the hope of living in a world where Alzheimer’s Disease and dementia no longer exists.

Seth, are you there?  It’s still me, Silver.

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW…. When I get my unpolished mind stuck on something important, my blog readers know there’s not much I wouldn’t do to make it happen.  Seth, I want to make this Mitzvah Lunch happen and I want you to be a part of it.  I want you to come to Boca for lunch at my home on November 12, 2015 to help raise awareness about Alzheimer’s Disease and dementia.  Every single penny raised will go directly to Hilarity For Charity on behalf of Silver Unpolished LLC.

C’mon Seth, say YES!

Boca’s waiting! 

And if you know anything about the people in Boca Raton, you know they don’t like to be kept waiting!  You should see what happens when there’s a line at the deli counter…. OYE! 

Unpolishedly Yours,

Silver