Going Once...

For last night’s date night, we partook in the age old merrymaking tradition of blowing off the company holiday party. We had intended to go for an hour or so, then skip out before the award ceremony (Boy will I be embarrassed if I got an award. But not nearly as embarrassed as a company that would give “Employee of the Year” to a teacher who’s been there three months...). But we decided that, well, we didn’t wanna.

Instead we skipped right to phase II of our date: The 12” x 12” Art Raffle at the Storefront Artists Project. I contributed an etching to this show, so we wanted to check it out. Of course, when we got there, we simply had to buy a raffle ticket, because there was so much great art, and because every raffle ticket would get something (they only sold as many as they had art). We took out program and perused the walls, circling our favorites and ranking them so that when our number was called, we could choose quickly.

As the bidding began, it was clear that some pieces were more popular than others, and it was also clear that some artists (among them our friend Rebecca) were more sought after than others. Being an unknown outsider, my hopes were not too high for when my piece would be chosen (I was not wrong, either. Mine wasn’t chosen until all the well-known artists’ work was gone), but one can hardly be concerned about such things when caught up in the intensity of an auction. Keeping a weather eye on our chosen favorites, and noting the furtive glances of our competition, we waited with bated breath to hear our, grumbling in disappointment as it was not called and our favorites came down off the wall.

“Damnit! They took “Wrackles”! (#2)
“Did we want that one?” “Yeah, we had it at number twelve”
“There goes the Callagraph”

Sixty seven numbers were called before ours. We were down to only three out of our top fifteen. Oddly enough, however, our number one choice was still on the wall for us to nab, leading me to at least one of the following conclusions:
1. The artist was an unknown. or
2. We have really weird taste in art.
Argue it out amongst yourselves. We have our own theories and we don’t need yours.

After all the excitement we relaxed and chatted with the other artists and the event planners, discussing the merits of a Berkshire Printmakers Collaborative and Becca working for the Storefront.

We made it home to watch 50 Cent on the Graham Norton Show. Funny guy, but I can’t say much for his music.