The new art museum in Cedar City hosted a very nice party last night. We were invited because VSO was one of the juried painters. From what I heard, the event was sold out, and the place was packed with 300 of the rich and powerful. As I said, it was VERY nice. The organizers did a fine job. The food and wine were outstanding; the new building looked beautiful; the guest list featured senators, bankers, and other millionaires.
And then there was me. I'd been, of course, out in the woods getting firewood and must have looked a little haggard. I had put on clean pants, but they were from Walmart, so they didn't help me fit in. I hung out for a while in the corner by the food table and ate a couple of sandwiches made with imported cheese. I surreptitiously slipped a little of the food into my pockets to take home for EDO. When the president of the university came by I pretended to be studying the wood grain on the chef's chalk board. (I was hoping he wouldn't mistake me for a lazy employee, but then I realized that all the workers at the event were too clean and well dressed for there to be any mistake.)
After an hour or so, the board members were called to the podium to begin their speeches. VSO thought it would be OK to sneak out the back. So we did. As we pulled out of the parking lot in our crappy car, I said, "That's twice." Twice this year I've found myself intruding—like some species of vermin—on one of these events for the great and the good. It is a little embarrassing I suppose, but I know they don't care. Besides, where else would I get imported wine and cheese?
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