Saturday, April 19, 2008

Gala Event

Friday evening we attended the U of A Student Bar Association's annual gala event. We attended, despite having several really good Netlfix options (Kat picks! Bourne Ultimatum, Strictly Ballroom, Monsieur Ibrahim), because Jeffrey is in SBA and—well, he has a sense of duty.

So we got dressed up and went out. I'm a terrible party photo taker and these really suck on both quality and coverage. I never had a lot of experiences taking pictures at parties, somehow I missed out on all of those classic shots of girls at drunken sorority events where a group of friends, faces splotchy from all the festivities, line up like a chorus line in logo sweatshirts and take pictures with plastic cups raised to be displayed later on a bulletin board. I mostly stayed in my room and watched late night TV with the guy downstairs.

SO! Here's the run down of the night and some pics!

6:45 pm - Take pictures outside of apartment of outfits. Jeffrey refuses to work to get the John-Travolta-Cuff-Buttoning move right for the photo and ends up looking kind of cranky.

7 pm - stop at bank for some cash for the cash bar and take pictures of my head because I wanted to see my earrings.

7:20 pm - arrive at gala event, park car, head for entrance behind several other couples. door is locked. try another door. door is locked. walk around to back, past the dumpsters and find the entrance.

7:45 pm - finally find the actual drink line and stand there for a while checking out outfits. dim lighting prevents taking pictures of anything. Mostly the girls are wearing slinky satin dresses or column dresses with spangles and glitter. Lots of cocktail dresses and a few REALLY short black dresses (really shirts? that looked like they maybe had pants to match? but were discarded with crossed fingers that their butt's wouldn't get cold?). And the mens were in suits, or at least pieces of suits. There were a few vest/shirt combos running around. One guy went in another direction all together and wore a full suede getup your grandfather'd be proud to wear to the council meeting in Creektown, USA, complete with cowboy hat. While in the line we visit with a guy named Pete who is either A) functionally autistic B) drunk C) drunk and functionally autistic D) crazy and should be given some space in case he is a fear biter.

8:15 pm - head into the ballroom where round tables designed to seat 10 are set up. Since no arrangements were made in the drink line to sit with anyone because we are socially retarded, we sit in an empty table against the wall. An older couple (she's a urologist, husband had previous business and now is in law school. Biggest concern of night: whether to book gala event location for daughter's bar mitzvah in 2010, decides not to). A couple that acted like they wanted to sit with us but then just stole two of our chairs. Another couple (his name is Ken(t?) and she is a gorgeous Japanese girl whose name is fun to pronounce when introduced but then immediatly slipped my mind) and then full-suede outfit guy and date. Full-suede outfit guy is going to work in Yuma after law school so we discuss what it's like living there. Jeffrey keeps elbowing me to shut up because "I'm going to deaden his soul." I guess you just can't say anything nice about Yuma, even if you try.

9:00 pm - Give up on dessert being served. Head to the admission table where Jeffrey (always dutiful SBA member) and I take up our post to welcome late arrivals. Dessert immediately served in main room. Damn!

9:15 pm - DRAMA! law student girl and guy in suit dramatically start arguing and he shoves her outside. Through the window from our Dork Table we can see them fighting and gesturing like, well, two drunk law students. Slightly concerned for their safety and ability to not physically abuse each other, we keep an eye on them. At one point, when they disappear from view, friend Ted pokes his head out the door to make sure everything is OK. As Ted leans in the doorway, a douchewad guy yells at him for eavesdropping and tells him to go back inside and that the fighting couple aren't a show. I call out guy on douchewaddiness and he apologizes to Ted.

9:30 pm - stint at boring table over, mingle and chat with few law student girls I know. Most of which are fairly trashed all ready. Notice Outside Fighting Couple getting their picture taken with the hired photographer. Smile! and then go back to fighting.

9:35 pm - get photo taken with professional photographer who tries in vain to take a picture of us where I'm not in Jeffrey's armpit. Fails.

9:40 pm - go back inside and sit back down next to urologist and try to score some dessert from the waitstaff. Create idea for new sitcom called "Bad Waitress" and begin discussing plot lines. Make up a song for sitcom. Then we watch people dancing to eighties remixes and sort of being drunkenly stupid. Wait patiently for dancing to wind down so they can call out the raffle winners. We have tickets in for a Westlaw basket of goodies and rock climbing lessons.

10:30pm - Jeffrey wins Westlaw basket of goodies. When other people go up for their raffle prizes, there is a lot of hooting and hollering. When Jeffrey goes up, one person kind of yells "Jeffrey!" but it is a quiet affair.

11 pm - leave for home

Evening Highlights:
We looked awesome
Jeffrey winning raffle


  1. This is maybe the finest wrapup law school gala wrapup I have ever read. I think Ken's wife's name was Hiromi, although I could be wrong on that. The urologist daughter's event (which is a good name for a band) I think would be a bat mitzvah. My gift basket includes a connectable laptop mouse I am using now (although my hand is a little too big or it is a little too small), a small Swiss Army knife, highlighters, Red Vines, a laptop computer bag, coffee and much, much more. As they say at eBay - It's better when you win it.
    Also, I am a loser, but if I hadn't manned that table at that particular time, the SBA would not have collected 20 very important dollars. Just remember that.

  2. Wow, you guys look SUPER great. Jeffrey could use some practice with the poses though.

  3. You guys look great! The table decor looks awful. I know, Iknow - those are the UofA colors. Still bad.

  4. Your outfit was killer! And your whole story reminded me of mine and Chris's military ball a few years back ...