Well, the gala has come and gone and so has Cat, who came to visit Thurs-Sun. Of course Cat and I had a blast. The "staff can't drink and eat" notwithstanding, staffers drank anyway, and drank somemore post-gala at a bar... on the museum's tab. When you're faced with a luxury like that, you gotta get the most expensive beer and drinks you can guzzle. You also have to try to sit upright in your chair with some dignity. I try to be a decorous drunk. The idea is to pretend you are coherent. Meanwhile, The pre-gala planning had its share of drama, which I wont get into here, for there's just too much of it. Work politics can be as juicy as a primetime soap, I will say that much. I stay out of it as best as I can, but bearing witness to it makes for some good fodder and chuckles. So anyway, the gala... true to their word, there was in fact an oxygen bar. I was "working" that station- (actually I sat there in a comfy chair nursing a rum and coke chatting with Cat. The Oxygen bar provider-people seemed to have everything under control as did the people who was getting the flavored air)- what an interesting concept. I was told that the benefits of the oxygen bar were hangover relief, reduction in stress, happiness, and euphoric feelings of the like. Cat claimed that it felt good, but I think she was just toasted from the numerous glasses of red wine she had... she's claiming she only had like three or four. In any event, the stuff came in spearmint, cantaloupe, lavender and a wide array of other flavours. You put this long plastic tube thing around your neck and behind your ears and then stick the shorter tubey things in your nose, hook the longer end of the tube to the machine, then you proceed to play with the knobs that corresponds to the flavors until the liquid starts to bubble. You can even mix flavors. I was helping some drunken, preppy-wasp looking gentleman with the machine until he offered to sing me a song about "tiny bubbles."... I politely declined. It's hilarious watching old people shake their asses and flirt with one another. One rich woman had to've been in her seventies and she came dressed in a sexy, French Maid's uniform. She danced all night and had a great time. Uniforms- (in the spirit of the theme of the new exhibit)- were optional, so some of my co-workers and gala attendees wore them. One woman I work with wore a shower curtain with a shower growing out of her back... brilliant idea. Some of the costumes were very clever and well thought out. Booze and fancy finger-foods flowed. They even provided valet parking and shit. I must say, I had a wicked time. I took a couple of dark looking pictures with my digital. I will try to download them and lighten them up to share on here. The 2 days following the gala were also fun. I saw the Ray Charles movie this past Saturday and I must say, it far exceeded my expectations. It was excellent! Jamie Fox's performance definitely warrants an Oscar... not just an Oscar nod, but an OSCAR. The movie was very well cast supporting and starring roles. Today is Monday, Tuesday is the big day. I cannot wait to go cast my vote tomorrow morning! The anticipation is insane. I hope the outcome unfolds accordingly. I wont go on some political tirade, as I try to avoid getting on a political/religious soapbox. As an immoral, agnostic person who lauds the benefits of drink, pre-marital sex, masturbation and taboo ideas of the like, I think it best to avoid these types of discussions with people altogether (hahahaha just joking... sorta), but this election year is a very very crucial one for this country and in essence for other countries. I guess it is VOTE OR DIE. It speaks volumes when a noted priest of terrorism warns us that we should vote accordingly or suffer the consequences. What a chilling video message Osama Bin Laden has released. Anyway, I hope everyone has turned their clocks back.