GUEST POST: "Adult toys" + wine-tasting soirée
I may have jinxed the general warm-and-fuzzy feelings I have for my own self-employment by alluding to them in my last entry. Since then I've been neglecting my blog-warming duties (sorry) and working, working, working. The deadlines wouldn't suck so bad if my client didn't keep missing every single one of theirs. Ah well... Complaining about jobs is so passé, so I'll just get on with it.
Last Thursday evening I was teased into attending an event benefiting the local San Francisco chapter of the AIGA (American Institute of Graphic Artists). You see, they called the event "A Night of Adult Toys" and the sponsors had the nerve to add that it was a capital-G-Gala... surely so they could feel a-okay with charging attendees $25 apiece without giving them nary a drink coupon in return. "Consenting adults only" read the invite. "Attire: Anything goes!" I was happy that adult toys were finally getting the highbrow attention they deserved. So I pulled on my tight velvet everything and a new pair of John Fluevogs and boogied my way over to the capital-G-Gala.
Well, I felt a little duped. The focus of the event was about 50 of these little Kewpie-doll-meets-Japanese-robot statues called "munnies" that members of the San Francisco design elite (invite read: "design visionaries") decorated. They were auctioned off to benefit an organization that makes sure that no member of the same design elite will ever have to suffer the emotional and social dejection of not having expensive and unflattering rectangular eyeglasses to wear.
These expensive little statues were anything but risqué (okay... one of them vibrated) and the only thing "adult" about them was the price. Each auction item started at $50. Ack.
I did the rounds, waved at a few people I think I've worked with before (I've had many, many freelance jobs), and left empty-handed.
Saturday night, our friends Laura and Yasser had a wine-tasting soirée at their place in Nob Hill. My husband was the "wine expert", offering tips and advice about slurping and food-pairing to the other guests. It was spectacular in its spluge-osity; not a single bottle of Two-Buck-Chuck anywhere. I paid for my enthusiasm (and refusal to let good wine go to waste) all day yesterday. I took my hangover to the local IHOP for breakfast and spent the rest of the day on the couch.
Last Thursday evening I was teased into attending an event benefiting the local San Francisco chapter of the AIGA (American Institute of Graphic Artists). You see, they called the event "A Night of Adult Toys" and the sponsors had the nerve to add that it was a capital-G-Gala... surely so they could feel a-okay with charging attendees $25 apiece without giving them nary a drink coupon in return. "Consenting adults only" read the invite. "Attire: Anything goes!" I was happy that adult toys were finally getting the highbrow attention they deserved. So I pulled on my tight velvet everything and a new pair of John Fluevogs and boogied my way over to the capital-G-Gala.
Well, I felt a little duped. The focus of the event was about 50 of these little Kewpie-doll-meets-Japanese-robot statues called "munnies" that members of the San Francisco design elite (invite read: "design visionaries") decorated. They were auctioned off to benefit an organization that makes sure that no member of the same design elite will ever have to suffer the emotional and social dejection of not having expensive and unflattering rectangular eyeglasses to wear.
These expensive little statues were anything but risqué (okay... one of them vibrated) and the only thing "adult" about them was the price. Each auction item started at $50. Ack.
I did the rounds, waved at a few people I think I've worked with before (I've had many, many freelance jobs), and left empty-handed.
Saturday night, our friends Laura and Yasser had a wine-tasting soirée at their place in Nob Hill. My husband was the "wine expert", offering tips and advice about slurping and food-pairing to the other guests. It was spectacular in its spluge-osity; not a single bottle of Two-Buck-Chuck anywhere. I paid for my enthusiasm (and refusal to let good wine go to waste) all day yesterday. I took my hangover to the local IHOP for breakfast and spent the rest of the day on the couch.
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