Let's go
Last Thursday, I accompanied Mr. J to the opening of Parkson at the Pavilion.
It was all la-di-da socializing, sipping wine, nibbling bite-size food and sitting restlessly through a mind-numbing fashion show.
Not one who enjoy the pretentious social crowd, I attended as Mr. J's companionable partner. He knows how much I detest all the superficial talk and meeting people who publicly attach their worth to materialism. Every now and then, he'd break away from his conversation and look my way and wink/grin.
Admist all the glitz, glamour and ostentatiously dressed crowd, I did meet some really nice people there - a lovely Swiss couple who entertained me with quirky, interesting stories of meeting loopy artists and witnessing hopelessly vulgar artwork sold at astronomic prices at the annual Art Basel in Switzerland.
Halfway through the fashion show, I whispered to Mr. J,
- I so want to go to the Art Basel.
- Uh, what?
- The Art Basel in Switzerland. I met a Swiss couple. They told me of the Art Basel. Interesting stuff. It's the greatest art fair in the world.
- Really? You want to go?
- Yeah. I'm thinking of...
- Ok, let's go.
And he got up and pulled my hand and we worked our way out of the long row of seated socialites. We promptly left and went home.
He only heard me utter the word 'go'.
It was all la-di-da socializing, sipping wine, nibbling bite-size food and sitting restlessly through a mind-numbing fashion show.
Not one who enjoy the pretentious social crowd, I attended as Mr. J's companionable partner. He knows how much I detest all the superficial talk and meeting people who publicly attach their worth to materialism. Every now and then, he'd break away from his conversation and look my way and wink/grin.
Admist all the glitz, glamour and ostentatiously dressed crowd, I did meet some really nice people there - a lovely Swiss couple who entertained me with quirky, interesting stories of meeting loopy artists and witnessing hopelessly vulgar artwork sold at astronomic prices at the annual Art Basel in Switzerland.
Halfway through the fashion show, I whispered to Mr. J,
- I so want to go to the Art Basel.
- Uh, what?
- The Art Basel in Switzerland. I met a Swiss couple. They told me of the Art Basel. Interesting stuff. It's the greatest art fair in the world.
- Really? You want to go?
- Yeah. I'm thinking of...
- Ok, let's go.
And he got up and pulled my hand and we worked our way out of the long row of seated socialites. We promptly left and went home.
He only heard me utter the word 'go'.
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