The day began with an unconventional breakfast of the rice and black bean concoction that was Friday’s lunch and supper. When I get on a food kick I tend to ride it to the end.
A friend picked me up a short time later so
we could meet with a dancer to shop a treasure trove of costume components and accessories and
specifically saris which we can use to make other costumes. We returned to our homes with armloads of dance coin belts, trims, veils, jewelry, and saris.
Back at home, there was time to relax for a minute before dressing for the night's museum gala, which was
made easier than usual by having planned the outfit on the dress form earlier in the week. In the past, there would be a mental list of potential outfit ideas and I would wait
until the day of an event to check my mood, try on a slew of outfits, and have a full-blown case of panic before deciding what to wear. This new way felt a lot more civilized. A couple times in years past, I attended events on behalf of the bank as a fill-in for someone
who couldn’t make it and didn’t know I was attending until the day of the
event, so the outfit timing wasn't always my fault. It could get a little crazy, especially if it was a themed event, but
it was always fun.
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| It was crowded in the gallery during the remarks. |
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| "Whimsical." |
The catering was a colorful array of fruits, vegetables,
cheeses, cold cuts, crackers, bread, hummus and dips, along with passed hors d’oeuvres
including homemade waffle bites with blackberries and cream, guava empanadas,
Thai chicken skewers, and crostini. The desserts featured brownies, thick
cookies, and cannoli. It was all tasty and I’m pretty sure I tasted it all.
There was an interactive art wall which involved pulling a tile from a jar and drawing the image from the tile onto a card and hanging it on a grid marked on the wall to create a much larger artwork. My friends and I all got into the colored pencils and got busy. It was a cool idea and really fun.
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| One of the interactive art walls. |
The event ended at 9:00 which was perfect. My friends and I traded stories about what a typical (non-gala) evening would look like and in all cases, it involved being in comfortable clothes on our respective couches by 7:30 and mentally preparing for bed. We joked out being awake and out “so late.” But we were glad to be dressed up and mingling with other fancy folks, looking at art, and eating fancy food.
It’s funny how the concept of “late” changes with age. In our 20s, we would just be getting ready to go out at 9:00 and now at that hour we are ready to head home and are plotting exits. Sleeping “late” when I was younger meant noon or early afternoon, and now I feel like I’m getting up late if it’s after 7:00 a.m.



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