Today had everything pointing toward pretty great. It started out with Ray espousing opinions similar to mine on molecular gastronomy and Pitchfork reviewing the band that has is most likely my favorite ever. I wrote Devin about this earlier, knowing it can only get better. While work was boring, it was interrupted by fried chicken and Kat assaulting me midday with the promise of classy tickets for the evening.
While I could not find anyone at work to take classy tickets during the day, Kat approached me over postwork beers, hawking said classy tickets and telling me their true value. I took them, gathering a coworker along for the ride. I went to the Daniel Island Club to the classiest event I will ever attend, parked my '95 Civic next to a Mercedes and headed into a world with which I was never familiar before.
It was real champagne and pate, knowing my prettiest dress didn't even stand up to the rest of them all, lingering in a world of old money. There was a silent auction and a vodka bar, a live auction and stunning dessert. I couldn't even think to bid thousands of dollars, although I thought of Cary Grant in North by Northwest (possibly the greatest movie ever made). After an hour or so, I realized that these people were actually getting fabulous deals on things like playing golf in Scotland and luscious Charleston weddings: for $4,500, an entire wedding at the greatest of places.
This was when I looked at the man at the cowboy hat and the lady in the crazy white head feathers.
I thought that maybe I was right feeling out of place, asking the man next to me, "What do you do?" and knowing it was an irrelevant question. Maybe it was the free very good champagne and the chocolates with raspberries, but I should have felt more comfortable, having been raised in the upper middle class, but I still felt like the girl who never got to go to Cotillion. Even though it had all become completely irrelevant.
More on this tomorrow, when the champagne hasn't been pounding at my head an hour later, but here is what I learned:
1.) It would have been so easy to crash this party.
2.) I now know what "Soft spikes only" means.
3.) Money would be wonderful, but only if I can still make people uncomfortable with the way I talk or dress. (Thank God I didn't wear a bra and asked all the wrong questions.)
4.) I know of no proper way to behave.
5.) Dear God I could do that again.
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