I went to a party tonight at the museum across the street from my house. It was a fund-raiser. I'm so lame I have to tell you all about it! It was fun. There were hundreds of people, lots of reporters, lots of things to do, open bar. They took everyone's photo and gave us each a print of our photo as a souvenir which was nice. The barbecue was delicious and it was on a hillside in the desert with a great view of San Jacinto mountain and the whole valley. Lovely breeze, perfect temperature, great food and drink. Also I went with a friend and between the two of us we knew the dirt on half the people there.
Lots of fun gossiping, people watching. Nice cowboy music entertainment. Loads of jewelry, cowboy theme so most of the women were so loaded with turquoise I don't see how they could stand up. The party is a fund-raiser, so these were mostly rich people. I was surprised to see the ruined complexions on most of the rich women and then I realized these women are married to outdoorsmen. Construction businesses, golfers, fishermen, speedboats on the Colorado river, that sort of thing. I had my photo taken with a donkey named "Christmas." Cute. Lots of interesting looking men, but they were all married or gay. In fact, mostly gay. However, the gay guys are a lot of fun, and I knew several of the volunteers too, so had folks to talk with. I wasn't invited because I'm rich (far far from it) but because they had to block the street in front of my house and they gave me two tickets. My friends who went with me is a volunteer at the museum, so I learned a lot about the museum too which was interesting. Some very elegant outfits, but the ensemble that got the most attention was a pair of very very yellow corduroy short shorts and turquoise polo shirt on a guy who obviously does NOT live in California. Lots of embroidered cowboy shirts, jeans, boots, Indian skirts, and turquoise turquoise turquoise.
One of the reporters was an unusual person. She is very tall and built like a Samoan although she says she is from Arkansas. She was almost non-verbal which surprised me in a reporter. Almost impossible to carry on a conversation with her, although I did succeed in wrenching some information out of her. She lurked, that is the only word. Oh well, loads of strange folks out here in the desert.