Ok. So a couple of Thursdays ago, the much hyped about New Musuem threw a *little* party for media, artists, curators, and anyone else who could get past the bull at the door. Knowing said bull, and feeling like tonight was really NOT going to happen for me, I gave her underlings a half assed reason as to why they should let me in. Something along the lines of "I let *her* into a party once, and I'm hoping that you know, maybe you guys could return the favour???" They, knowing what would happen to their jobs were they to allow me, said an apologetic 'no' and I was left standing on the red carpet with nowhere to go but back out the door and into the cold November night.
But my dear readers, that night l found the cure for the "I didn't get into the New Museum party because the event planner hates/doesn't recognize me" blues. REALLY BAD ART. Face making, jaw dropping, cows dressed in western clothes with super big teets fawning over a buddha Ronald McDonald kind of art. Yes, the party at Opera Gallery in Soho (has ANYONE ever heard of this place) also had goons at the door, but they were much much nicer goons, who were easily won over with my winning smile. And this party had booze, lots and lots of booze. Which got me thinking....if turned down at one party in New York, don't sulk and curse the system, just walk three blocks and try try again.
